Beautiful Just when I thought I could define it It changed
Every time I use the word I limit it To one face To one look To one word To one way of expressing something
What if it were a thought that spilled out onto paper Lines of inked ambition seeping into souls Listeners hearing a new song Thinking to themselves Beautiful This is beautiful
What if it were lines Broken down into sequences of movement I see the arms and legs filled with strength enough To lift a person from music to storytelling A breathtaking interpretation of emotion As the audience sat watching Beautiful This is beautiful
What if they hit me with their notebook Telling me I was crazy But laughing so loud their voice cracked Everyone unable to quench the laughter All of it made us wonder Could a moment of friendship be anymore Beautiful This is beautiful
What if the next question struck me silent Pure intention was all I could see in his eyes A deep well of understanding He didn’t ask for himself He asked for me and By his question I began to understand more of myself Beautiful This is beautiful
I limit myself Truly I do Even when I force feed the words You are beautiful Down the throat of the person staring back at me Suppressing insecurities The mirror reflecting every part of me
Thought I was only lying until my words became believable A truth I could finally hold But the lie was in my definition A limited Short-sighted Attempt To frame the sky Or pocket the morning dew To open the mountainside Or steal the sunsetIt’s actually wrong
To believe any of us aren’t beautiful
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