Your eyes, deep and sunken,
Heavy and lined,
Severe and powerful,
Darkest brown.
They are a storm.
Your nose, straight and narrow,
Crooked and broken,
Dented and marked,
Imposing.
It is the wind.
Your mouth, delicate and smooth,
Thin and pursed,
Smooth and slight,
Serene.
It is the rain.
You are weathered.
You are tragic beauty.
You are perfect.
- Euan Smart
20 Feb 2012 / Reblogged from euansmart with 4 notes