What Makes Me Beautiful

My hair is an illusion,

My eyes are the sun and the moon,

My words are gusts of wind,

My tears are the rain,

My smiles are the flowers,

My past is the winding roads,

My state of vulnerability lies
In the skyscrapers,

My laughter is your favourite song,

My mouth is the ocean,

My fingers are the trees,

My legs are the animals,

My future is the fields,
The big, blank fields,

My memories are the art galleries,

My secrets are the newspapers,

My name is the sunset,

My heart is yours.