I write poems when i'm feeling distressed or unhappy~
Her face is pretty
Her heart is gold
She does want she wants, but not what she's told
His face is beautiful
his laugh is like a dream
but why does he fake it,
its not what it seems
I say that she's gorgeous
and she kindly denies
but thats not what I see in her own eyes
She possesses angelic features
in which she takes pride
yet nobody can tell
she's a demon inside
His presence is delightful
and his looks are appealing
yet he's the one that can't reach my true feelings
Her beauty is rare
she's one of a kind,
but when she tries to understand
its obvious she is blind
His aura glows like his smile
It makes me happy when he's around
but that smile is just a fraud
his true happiness cannot be found
See all these pretty faces,
Nose, Lips, and Eyes
but be careful, for they can be a terrible disguise.
YOU ARE READING
Memoirs of a FABULOUS IDIOT!!
AléatoireYea it's just my journal FILLED WITH IDIOTIC THOUGHTS!!! MWUAHAHA!!! But I just wrote this journal because...why tf not? Soo yeah! ENJOY PEASANTS!! *Throws magical exploding powder and disappears*