Beauty is more than appearance
Beauty is love
The graceful wings of a dove
The endless imagination in a dream
...
Sister of heart
Sister of soul
How can I tell you
what my mind knows
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To the one who hurts animals:
no one can forgive
the cruelty in your eyes
most shall despise
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Remember Pandora's box
When she released the imperfections of life
And gave everyone so much strife
But one stayed
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The two I love most
will never become close
My heart loves them equally
separately
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The lump in my throat will never leave
She left this life and took a part of me
They took from me what I wanted most
The memories in which my heart took host
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If today was my last day
There would be too much to say
Too much feeling in my heart
I wouldn't know where to start
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Optimism at an all time high
I find it hard to deny
myself happiness
even when stepping on broken glass
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If I spoke
and my words were true
Would they scare or frighten you?
Many a time
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What was wrong from the start
soon fell apart
I tried to hide
what I felt inside
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I don't know what to write
Maybe if I had better sight
I'm as blind as a bat
When it comes to pulling things out of hats
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My heart has been stolen
but I don't want it back
It's amazing
the light in his eyes
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My heart and mind
are in eternal conflict
I live in a life
but do I really fit?
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Wind blows on the acorn tree
Musical silence washes over me
Rustle of leaves
Chirps of birds
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What do you do
when all the signs point against you?
When you suddenly have to much to carry
and life seems less merry
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Beauty Is A Million Colors
Beauty is more than appearance
Beauty is love
The graceful wings of a dove
The endless imagination in a dream
Beauty is not always something that can be seen
Beauty is laughter
And the remembrance after
Beauty is hope
When you have no reason to
Beauty is he and she and me and you
Beauty is forgiving
No matter how hard
Beauty is kindness
Making the best of a mess
Beauty is tears
And overcoming your fears
Beauty is individuality
The courage to be yourself
Beauty is a book, sitting on a shelf
To define beauty,
An impossible task
Because truly,
Does anyone really know, I ask
Beauty is different to me
Than to you
I wonder if anyone ever knew