Broken: She Thought She Wasn'T Beautiful
Dressed in rag with a face of stone,
A smile you would ignore,
Was all she thought she ever was,
Was all she ever saw,
But to me she dressed in sheets of velvet,
She sauntered through the air,
To me she was perfect every way,
Her smile, her eyes, her hair,
She even filled her words with magic,
They danced inside my mind,
Her voice gripped all I ever was,
Her voice had me resigned,
This woman I knew who didn’t know,
Who thought she was the plainest sight,
Still visits my dreams when I’m asleep,
Every single night.
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