Beauty is a messy, a messy that is poetic,
it's more than colour, form and aesthetic,
It's what makes you smile despite the error,
You see as you stand in front of your mirror,
It's the ability to come back to your senses,
And free your soul from anguishing fences,
Its your smile that has fought tears behind,
And a mistreated heart that is still kind,
It's a defeated soul that can't go any further,
But extends arms to see the best in others,
A soft heart, that everyone thinks it's weak,
It's healing ability , after it's terrible break ,
It's the ability to collect ones broken pieces,
Mending them with slowly dipping greases
It's a move that required the most courage,
A bold heart that has pierced the blockage.
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