Why, does she not see
What I See
When I look at her,
She turns away
When I tell her that she’s beautiful
She says im lying
When I look into her eyes
I see that they are alive with copious different things
They are filled with pain, sorrow and regret
They are filled with confliction, blemishes and agony
But they are a part of her
And a part of her past that she needs to keep
But they’re also filled with Beauty, consideration and devotion
With passion, emotions and yearning
All of these things that I see,
Tell her story, But that’s not all
They also make her who she is
They affect the choices she will make
From who she dates to who she trusts
That’s why I love her, she’s a beautiful disaster.