we all forget how
beautiful we are
because maybe we
only look closely
in the mirror when
we are searching
for the wrong
things
and maybe we forget
that the lines around
our eyes are formed
from laughing
and maybe we forget
that the lines around
our mouths are just
the memories
of smiles
and maybe we really
forget that there will
be a person who will
stare into our eyes
and kiss our mouths
and think that we
are the most
beautiful
person
alive
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
