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What He Sees

I don’t have blond hair
Bluish green eyes
Or even a smile that has perfect, straight teeth
So why do you call me beautiful?
I don’t have the latest trends
Listen to WGCI
Or even have rhythm
So why do you say I am the best thing around?

You say it’s because
I am like an angel sent from above
That can see beyond anyone’s perspective
You say it’s because
I’m unique
And it’s hard to find anyone like me

My short dirty brown hair
Reminds him of his kind of chocolate
My grey eyes
Reminds him of blue skies
And my crooked smile
Reminds him of all that he smiles about

You are fine the way you are
He says
You are like an angel sent from above




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iWriteToExpressThouqhts said...
Oct. 4, 2010 at 1:30 pm:
this is so sweet :) this poem describes a boy that overlooks whats not perfect on the outside but lets you know whats perfect on the inside and thats why I loved this poem :)
 
silent-is-loud replied...
Oct. 6, 2010 at 7:47 pm :
aww..... thanks!!
 
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