I wanna write pretty
I wanna look nice
I wanna be someone
I wanne be fine
The writing's potenciable
Or not even that
Beauty is subjective
And I kinda like that
So why ain't I nice?
I should in my eyes
Shouldn't in someone else's
But baby, I want that
And how you become someone?
Ain't that an stereotype?
Whose opinion should I listen?
E'rybody's claiming "mine"
And that's why i'm not
Cause I know how to lie
And I know that I shouldn't
I know that is bad
And I got no excuses
Tho what a million I have
Not even I would believe me
Sad this ain't no lie
YOU ARE READING
Rhymes and lies
PuisiSometimes words speak to me in English, and there's nothing I can do about it but to welcome them and let them be. I don't consider myself a poet nor would I call what I do poetry, but they rhyme, come straight from my soul and help me continue liv...
