To the girl who hesitates to call herself beautiful ..
I saw you stare back discreetly trying to gauge the reflection that you have always repudiated
You quietly wiped that lonesome tear that slid down the Payne grey pallor of your once quinacridone pink tinted cheeks your umber brown orbs silently spoke volumes of the turmoil that rakes your beautiful alizarin crimson heart
Each night you sit down with your words to write for they are the only ones who make you feel beautiful
In a world that wears shades of renaissance gold you hide yourself behind vandyke brown pigments forgetting that everything gorgeous need not be vibrant sometimes it is the subtle shades that capture hearts /You are a mosaic of varied hues A piece of art painstakingly brought to life You are beautiful But only if you feel it in your heart/