You see me as a perfect doll.
I see me as a broken, lonely soul.
Everyone to me isn’t exactly perfect but they’re way more perfect for you than me.
I don’t deserve your love.
Your affection.
How am I so lucky to be treated like this?
I don’t deserve it.
Even if you argue and protest you aren’t.
You really are.
You’re perfect to me.
YOU ARE READING
Life In A Poem Book
PoetryThis is my poetry. Please don't hate on it but votes and comments are really appreciated. Thank you <3
