The Difference
Beauty is the eyes of the beholder
That's why he always found beauty in my body
And you always saw it in my eyes
He was only looking for one thing; and liked what he saw
You were looking for something a little deeper than skin; in awe about what you discovered
Months go by and it feels like days with him
Months go by and it feels like a life time with you
Numb, emotions a lie, blind
Alive, emotions new and breath-taking aware of how things should be.
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