"i'm not beautiful"
you can only say that because you don't see yourself in those precious moments where you're doing something you love.
you don't see how your eyes light up when you read--how it looks like the first sunrise after a cold, dark night;
you don't hear the bubble of laughter when you find something funny--how it sounds like music and symphony amongst the dull, monotonous world.
you don't see how your nose crinkles in confusion or the way your lips curl up in a scowl of frustration.
you don't see the way your smile spread across your face--and how i wish i was the cause of it.
if only you can see yourself through my eyes..
-k.d.
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midnight memories // p r o s e & p o e t r y
Poésie-- a compilation of proses and poetries you can read at midnight under the blanket of the midnight sky, under the curious gaze of the billion stars.
