its sad to see an angel traped in a womans body

so beautiful words cant do her justice

but full of doubt and insecurities

that when she looks in the mirror she cant see what i see

and that i would never ever change a thing

but she slowy cuts away with such cruelity

the tiny lil things that make her perfectly unique

cant she see in her heart, behind her wall

where her true identity reflected in her beautiful brown eyes

but you would have to look past her eyes and see her through mine

its the way she moves

the sound of her voice

the way she loves

the passsion of her kiss

the way her smile can heal any wound

the passion that she writes with

how she can walk in a room and everything stops but her

thats where her true beauty lives

and thats what i see

and soo much more