He saw it in her eyes.
Behind the laugh,
The smile, the
They say the eyes are the window to the soul,
And on her perfectly made up and faked face,
The eyes gave her away.
He could see her brokenness, the long nights spent crying until she fell asleep.
How sad and tired she actually was.
He knew everyone was fooled by her act, pretending to be happy all the time.
And he knew he couldn’t fix her, but he could try
She was beautiful.
There was no denying it.
But she wasn’t that kind of beautiful that made everyone turn,
Or took everyones breath away when she entered the room.
Her beauty was hidden,
But once you’ve seen it she becomes nothing but beautiful.
Shes the kind of beautiful that keeps you up at night,
The kind that makes you love every part of her.
Some people may not see it,
And you know she can’t,
But she’s beautiful.
Theres no denying it.