We watched the sun dance
It’s final dance, as the moon
Prepared to take stage
We watched the sun dance
It’s final dance, as the moon
Prepared to take stage
Read between my lines
Though broken, beauty lies here
Pain births more than tears
Even those born to shake the earth
Can display beauty when caught at the right time
and if nothing else, i want to be remembered as a wordsmith
let them know that i was able to take different words cut from the same cloth
and made them fit every body of work my fingers ran across
See while i know that i am pretty
the way you look when you love me is beautiful
and when i see her smile i can picture nothing more alluring
i fight for love as hard as i do because there is beauty in this beast
and watching you move the way you do to the sounds of the rain-
there is no question that you are the belle of the ball
How beautiful it is to see so many pieces of all
different colors come together to make one beautiful piece of art.
You are the woven blanket that keeps me
warm on nights my soul begs for diversity.
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