Not a collective
It is personal
Beautiful is
Not a qualification
Not a rank
Beautiful is a feeling
Not a judgment
A poem
And not a test
Is a practice,
Beautiful
is love.
But tell me
How to be?
Who to be?
More importantly,
Who NOT to be?
Every breath I take seems wrong
Every pleasure I feel guilty
Every sadness seems like a crime
And every moment that is not picture worthy is a waste [of time]
Tell me
There’s more to this life
Than these 4 corners
A heart
And a dialogue cloud
Tell me
I can fly free from that paper airplane [icon]
And be saved in someone’s memory
Without the bookmark
Tell me
Beautiful is more than just someone’s gaze and approval
I guess
I don’t know why I want you to think that I look beautiful
I guess
I want you to tell me
that I look beautiful
So
I try to look beautiful
The way you think is beautiful
So that
You can tell me that I look beautiful
Cause I sure don’t feel like it myself
So I wait for your approval
As you wait for mine.
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