I look at you and think
A person how beautiful, I love that you have flaws
Differences make beauty
We hate our own and love each others
Not always
But someone will love yours, just wait and see
They are not really flaws
I look at you and think
A person how beautiful, I love that you have flaws
Differences make beauty
We hate our own and love each others
Not always
But someone will love yours, just wait and see
They are not really flaws
If I saw me,
What would I see?
Would it be me?
Or would it be
A reflection of
What I wanted to be?
When I see you,
What will I see?
Will I see you?
Or will it be
What you wish
For me to see?
We see us,
What do we see?
Do we see us?
Or are we self created visions?