Give me the fake love
The one which happens in a day and
Can be turned into a flick on Netflix
I don't want the challenges and the real man
I want the one who has money from some job
And has some broken past that makes him
understand me in a way like no other
I want Mr. Bad Boy on motorbikes who
Likes me just because he likes me who threatens
To end his life if I ever leave, but then changes
his suicidal ways as soon as we marry
I want Princes from lands that don't exist
And handsome strangers from my unknown past to take hold
Of my risk and say 'do you remember me Miss?'
I want the guy who writes poetry and reads and
Recites soliloquies from dead people who were once
Really important
Give me the guy who's equally strong and kind
Who doesn't treat me like dirt, but loves going to
Church who's not stupid and knows that it's better to
Please me than his ego
So sign me up
I don't care if its not free
So I can stay suspended in this dream
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:Distorted Beauty
PuisiThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss