Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

You are not your age,
nor the size of clothes you wear,
you are not a weight,
not even the style of your hair.
You are not your game,
or the dimples in your cheeks,
you are all the battles you've fought,
and all the words that you speak.

You are your nasally morning voice,
and the smiles you try to hide,
you're the sweetness in your laughter,
and every tear you've ever cried.
You're the songs you sing so loudly,
when you know you're all alone,
you're the places that you've been to,
and you're the Soul that I call home.

You're the things that you believe in,
and the voice that people love,
you're the selfies on your smartphone,
you're the future that you dream of.
You are made of so much beauty,
but it seems that you forgot,
when you decided that you were defined,
by all the things you are not.

If only for a moment I could give you my eyes and let you see you the way I do.... never then would you question my love for you. I love you just for who you are, but you don't see you like I do. You feel the need to be perfect, but really, perfect should try to be you.