you can’t see what i see
and i can’t see why he doesn’t
i don’t think it’s that
what you can’t see,
that makes you beautiful
i don’t know why they always think
you’re beautiful when you don’t
let them in
but i’m sorry i cry a little sometimes
i bleed a little when i rhyme
i try to find the right time
to tell time, like you
but i’m no diary,
i’m me
and you love me
but don’t think i do
because you try me
with you’re delusions
of thinking everyone’s better than you
no, you can’t see what i see
and i can’t see what you see
when you look in the mirror
you’re better than everyone
but hate where you are from
and i love the smile of your face
i love the lumps of your body
i’m sorry we fall in disgrace
and make them call somebody
on our race
we just peacock
and they can’t face
what we face
they can’t see what we see
when we look in the mirror
we’re coming from fear
and i feel you near
and…
that’s what makes you beautiful
honey
that’s what makes me care
the way you call me beautiful
and act like i don’t care.
that’s what makes you beautiful
baby
that’s what draws them near
i’m coming, drawing to your beautiful
and you don’t even hear
that’s too much to bare
but that’s your cross i bear.
that’s what makes you beautiful.
…i think that’s how the venn diagram works.
(by Logan for me circa 2015)
