Everyone has a different form of expression

everyone is their own piece of art.

walking, living, breathing art

But what perplexes me so is that they never get to see themselves

through someone else's eyes.

Is how they dress truely appealing?

Is that shade of eye shadow just a tad too dark?

But just think about it...

what if people were capable of seeing their own reflection?

Their true reflection.

The kind they cannot see.

What if the person could see why their lover loves them for who they are?

I want the ones I love to witness their true art form

But unfortunately handing them a mirror isn't enough

I wish I could tell you you were beautiful but telling you wouldn't do a thing.

You're not just a cloud my dear,

you're a puddle in the sky

And that's what I love about you.


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