A poem for you !

I like beauty
I like to see it most often

But most of the time
I see it
In ugly places
In strange faces
And fat woman

You don’t know what’s gone
Was good until you see it in somebody else’s hands
Like the age of your innocence

Like the scars from your soccer matches
Like your friend from the past
Memories are like thorns sometimes
And sometimes like ice cold water
Like the pain you love when
You squeeze an aching gum

Its beauty I like which
I like to see most often

But most of the time
I see it
In ugly faces
In strange places
And stone

 

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