These honey eyes
rimmed with green and brown
look out into the world
knowing what’s there
they are windows to the soul
begging to be looked in
to be understood.
These full lips
a bright pink and red
speak out into the world
knowing what’s said
they are messengers of the soul
begging to be heard
to be understood.
This olive skin
bronzed nicely by the sun
viewed upon the world
knowing what it thinks
fighting against those thoughts for the soul
begging to be viewed different
to be understood.
These small hands
strong warm and inviting yet feminine
reach out into the world
for something to hold
knowing what it wants to reach for
begging to be held
to be understood.
This confused soul
worn and aged by time
searches the world
begging to be loved
to be understood
rimmed with green and brown
look out into the world
knowing what’s there
they are windows to the soul
begging to be looked in
to be understood.
These full lips
a bright pink and red
speak out into the world
knowing what’s said
they are messengers of the soul
begging to be heard
to be understood.
This olive skin
bronzed nicely by the sun
viewed upon the world
knowing what it thinks
fighting against those thoughts for the soul
begging to be viewed different
to be understood.
These small hands
strong warm and inviting yet feminine
reach out into the world
for something to hold
knowing what it wants to reach for
begging to be held
to be understood.
This confused soul
worn and aged by time
searches the world
begging to be loved
to be understood
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