In the doorway I stood
to that little room with
light blue walls; I watched
her carefully, sleeping;
...
Inner Beauty
In the doorway I stood
to that little room with
light blue walls; I watched
her carefully, sleeping;
everywhere but her head
covered in blankets.
At that moment, she
wasn't all that beautiful;
Her hair was a mess, her
face askewed from a bad
dream, and most importantly,
her love for me.
I wasn't very beautiful
either, my body too
skinny for my height,
and my face and back
covered in acne not
even age can heal.
But we were both
together, in a tiny
little house, forever
in agreement that
beauty doesn't matter
so long as there is love.