His eyes are dull.
His face was pale.
You can tell sadness fell.
What he doesn't understand,
is that his beauty was underestimated.
When I see his face. all I can think,
is how can someone so beautiful could have his mind in such a dark place.
He's honestly all I've ever prayed for,
But when he thinks his mind goes hazy,
A rainstorm of anxiety fills his mind.
But, God I'm just so thankful he's mine.
Sincerely, The girl with rose colored glasses.
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Author:
Court (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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