I Use To Love Her Part 3: a Dream

I had a dream about your beauty and thought about you often. Your beautiful no matter your doubts. Believe in your self as someone special the truth in the eyes of someone broken. Don't allow your moments to be stolen, holding you close as our heart beats to the same rhythm. No longer alone in the cold. Your kissable and deserve to be held. The truth of your beauty rest in the presence of many. Perceive and receiving the motivation needed to maintain positive feelings just to make your day to see a smile. Once again I'm lead to wonder, am I just a smile, or do you see a clown with tattooed tears? I'm broken, and my heart has long passed its warranty a few pieces left recognizes your beauty.