Beautiful things dont ask for attention
So I try to sit still, not saying a word
Acting like I dont long for a mention
Hiding the absence of them does hurt
Beautiful things are never aware
Of the beauty they carry around with class
Even when people watch and stare
They give them a smile while passing the mass
I accepted that this will never be my duty
While being a person, this standard and dull
But maybe not seeing my own beauty
In the end, is what makes me beautiful
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...
