I tell you you're beautiful,
But you cannot see what my eyes can bring to porcelain skin and soft eyes
I see grace, I see light, I see salvation
But in your broken mirror you see the worst of yourself
I try to fix your broken mirror so you can see the beauty everyone else sees
But instead I hurt myself trying
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Existentialism and poems
PoetryHey guys! This is going to be a book full of just shit I feel like writing this will be, poems,and existential crisis stuff I guess :)
