The Meaning of Beauty
I think you’re beautiful in the way of
The sun kissing the horizon
And the way the leaves dance on the trees during autumn
The way innocence is broken amidst lusting lovers
And way that monotone becomes a noise unbearable to hear
The way the moon still raises followed by the forever chasing sun
And the way you understand the realism and possibility of bigger and better days
My, I hope you realize potential