Why Your Beautiful

William Hromada

You're more beautiful because your love isn't postcard-perfect-it's calloused hands holding coffee too hot, saying stay without saying. Because it lingers like perfume on my pillow long after you've left,when you slept on my couch. Because when you look at me, the room quiets-like even dust stops spinning. Your love's the kind that doesn't bloom, it to. And wins,my heart skips beats to the wind.

  • Author: ROSHI (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 30th, 2025 05:05
  • Category: Love
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
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  • sorenbarrett

    Beauty comes in many forms and is seen through different eyes in a changing kaleidoscope of colors. Nicely written

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Wonderful and tender write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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