They were beautiful..

She was beautiful 

not due to the shape

of her body

or the way she was 

always perfectly made up

She was beautiful 

because her crooked smile

lit up the whole world

and her obnoxious laugh 

was contagious

He was beautiful 

but not in the way 

his face was chiseled perfectly

Or how he wore his clothes

He was beautiful 

because he was a kind soul

to anyone he met

and his half smile affected 

everyone

They were beautiful 

not because

they did everything right

or we're perfect

They were beautiful 

because the scars on their skin

never seemed to fade,

the scars were a sign 

of an internal battle

one they never ceased to fight

They were beautiful 

because they still found a reason 

to smile and laugh 

like they used to 

as if nothing was wrong 

they were beautiful 

because they simply existed 

and haven't stopped as yet