Beauty Untold

I sometimes wonder,
When you talk about your past the way you do,
If it would be rude to ask if you're okay.

Obviously you are,
But it's so difficult to imagine how.
I find myself being attracted that way,
To those who have had a rough road getting to where they are,
To what exactly has made them who they are.

You talk about the tattoos,
Of the songs that saved your life.
You're this hopeless romantic,
And where you come from seems like a lifetime of experience,
A lifetime to tell,
As you would say.

It kills me then to assume you're not interested.
I find I fall the hardest for girls with the most beautiful personalities.
The one's who don't try to show who they are
That seem the most appealing,
Or the one's who can make me insanely curious.

Beauty is emphasized from the heart,
I just wish I could see it all sometimes.
What is shared,
And the unspoken.