The Bold
A broken soul, incomplete and overseen
Smashed like the rolling tides of the sea
Beautiful winds turn into beckoning gusts
As humor full games turn into hurtful thrusts
Overseeing what time has aged and been
The pieces of the puzzle rigid and old
Showing nothing but the loss of the bold
poem by Ryan Whyte
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Your Beautiful
Your beautiful
and not because of your sparkling brown eyes.
Your beautiful
and not because of your flawless hair
Your beautiful
and not because of the clothes you wear
Your beautiful
and not because of how you perfect your make-up
Your beautiful
and not because of what I tell you
Your beautiful
and not because of the image you've achieved
Your beautiful
and not because of where you rest at night
Your beautiful because of whats on the inside
poem by Ryan Whyte
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