My Beautys Mender

[P8ANUTS]

My Beautys Mender
He says I'm so beautiful, He says I'm so soft
He smiles in my eyes when I take my clothes off
He holds me like I'm worthy, tighly for he cares
He never wanted to kiss me, Now his lips I wear
He calls me by my name, asking for my hands
He doesn't tell me NO, He always says I can
He gives me tales without books and speaks without words
He sweeps away my ugly because he's my beautys mender


I'm only beautiful in his arms



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[Harmon]

thats tight.....not much of poem reader, but i liked this


the so soft, and cloths off lines are ill with it....

[P8ANUTS]

thats tight.....not much of poem reader, but i liked this


the so soft, and cloths off lines are ill with it....

Aw thanks man "Giggle." Yea I wrote this one not too long ago. You feel so ugly inside and so ugly on the outside, but someone comes along whos presents are so strong that they cure away your ugly, and the beauty that you thought was lost they mend it somehow for you to feel "Smile."