For all those average girlies...
Why would you love me?
You could call me pretty,
But the way I'm pretty,
Is the way every girl is.
I'm average..
You could call me smart,
Call me a piece of art,
But that is the way,
That every girl laughs.
I'm average..
You could say,
that my eyes shine,
But are those eyes,
Only mine?
Because I'm average.
But maybe being average,
Isn't so bad,
Maybe being perfect,
Isn't so good.
Because if you could love me,
Just the same,
I wouldn't mind,
Being the same.
I'm average,
But at the end,
The one you love,
Is me.
YOU ARE READING
Tale Of Heart
PoetryOur heart is a delicate being, yet it is connected to us deeper than anything else...it gets hurt at the slightest discomfort of the mind..so here is a meager tribute for our strong but delicate heart ♡
