There is no such thing as ugly People perceive beauty same as they perceive color They see what they lack, they see what they please, they see what helps them feel good or bad? ugly or pretty? gold or silver? doesn't matter its on them and what they seem to value The colorblind sees no color, the blind sees no beauty Some are blind to what they could see, In people with no malice nor evil, only good intentions Truly forgetting how their reflection Stares at them, sometimes vain, sometimes shrinking They use critical eyes to analyze innocent souls Ugliness is a word that is just a weapon Sometimes used to break the boundaries laid

There is no such thing as ugly People perceive beauty same as they perceive color They see what they lack, they see what they please, they see what helps them feel good or bad? ugly or pretty? gold or silver? doesn't matter its on them and what they seem to value The colorblind sees no color, the blind sees no beauty Some are blind to what they could see, In people with no malice nor evil, only good intentions Truly forgetting how their reflection Stares at them, sometimes vain, sometimes shrinking They use critical eyes to analyze innocent souls Ugliness is a word that is just a weapon Sometimes used to break the boundaries laid

you’ve been asleep too long She said look at you with your bully boo hair and scrunchy eyes face in a book way past dark mind stuck in some twitchy tangled bower those pages won’t show you the bee dancing the way to the meadow flowers the birdsong on the winds smells of dewy grass and pine slow conversations of the mountains the sun is bright today go out and play you’ve been asleep too long She said wake up sleepy head and look at me

within the present there is presence lift the word from the page to find footprints in the dirt the smell of sea salt sound of waves a moment when place expands infinite horizon encircles in the meadow behind my grandmother's house is a verse of song i know because I left it there when I walk i sing the meadow memory and I am with her tea and biscuits oil stove and table

There are stories I've told myself long enough to be real felt them in my bones and know them to be yours as they cling to each other likie a man and a woman who have years of stories that need to continue and for reasons of death like passing moonlight on old shoes must be told as steps in the dark on the way to the bathroom real and ok because the love is in the bed sleeping and you could again fill the indented space he left with the memory of his stomach and large chest against your back and his breathings loud enough to be yours Marcelene I mosca

I remember the day... The day I saw you... The day I fell in love... I remember the day... The day my heart skipped a beat... The day your beauty made me feel weak... I remember the day... The day my gaze met yours... The day I knew my heart would be yours... I remember the day... The day I asked you to be mine... The day I would see my future with you...

The day I saw you... My heart skipped a beat... I couldn't move,.. I couldn't think... The day I saw you... I felt my heart leap... My heart beat fast... My heart beat weak... The day I saw you... I knew my heart belonged to you... I knew my future was with you... Now we're here together forever,.. Till the ends of time... I'll stay by your side till my life resides...

Lost myself , my blouse , my computer mouse and everything i wanted to see in my house ..

I thought love would be thunder, A storm across the sea, Something loud and reckless, Something wild and free. Instead it felt like stillness, A harbor calm and blue, The kind that makes a weary ship Forget what it’s sailed through. No waves of uncertainty, No fear of what to do, Just a quiet kind of certainty Whenever I embraced you.

they said they were helping. and in there eyes they were. but they were stripping me from my life. they took away my life. saying they were here for me. but they just wanted me to look perfect. I was there broken bell jar. but sometimes you can't always fix them. you have to let them be.