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Definition of Beauty

I used to think sitting up high and looking at the city was the perfect release.

If I just stopped and watched the world, all of my pain would cease. 

Its my perfect definition of beauty,

Blocking out the world and only focusing on me. 

 

How was I to know that isolating myself would cause such pain,

Because I swear, if I knew, I wouldn’t have done it again. 

I unintentionally pushed you away with my cruelty,

while I sat there and melted into my perfect definition of beauty. 

 

How stupid I was, not to be able to see,

That the real definition of beauty,

Is not that of the magnificent lights of the city down below,

But the love you continuously go out of your way to show. 

◄ No longer

Jumping for peace ►

Comments

Big Sal

Tue 26th Jun 2018 17:52

Nicely done.?

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HayzTee (Hayley)

Thu 21st Jun 2018 20:59

beautiful poem

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