This is a poem for the kids with sad stories and scars,
who wear smiles brighter than the sun.
These kids are the most gorgeous people in existence.
We are all made of stars and we are nothing less than infinity.
We walk around with cracked ribs and bullet holes in our souls.
I think what I’m trying to say is,
Life is beautiful.
But it’s not nearly as beautiful as you are.
Your smile lights up the whole room.
I adore it.
You are under appreciated and pushed around,
and you take it as if it was your mother tucking you into bed with a gentle kiss. I think what I’m trying to say is
You make my soul sing,
And you’re making the scenery green again.
I think what I mean, is..
You are too beautiful to be in pain