Beauty

Deep brown eyes
The tears I see you cry
The past is where your heart turns to

Thinking … is it going to happen?
Will such a good thing leave you behind, again?
But if something good left you, was it ever good in the beginning?
Because wouldn’t that good thing, think of you as a good thing too?
Not wanting to leave, but to hold on to you in the midst of your brokenness?

Tears fall
You are a good thing, even in the midst of everything
Mixed with the pain of the past

You are beautiful to me
In the midst of your brokenness
I see beauty.