hinder: I look into your eyes and I see pain, But darling, You have yet to discover the bountiful amount of beauty Which lies inside your soul. I see you as a flower, But you insist on viewing yourself as a weed. my poem - more here
hinder: I look into your eyes and I see pain, But darling, You have yet to discover the bountiful amount of beauty Which lies inside your soul. I see you as a flower, But you insist on viewing yourself as a weed. my poem - more here
