don't tell me i'm pretty
i don't want to be that
i want you to tell me i'm intelligent
tell me i will change the world
tell me i will inspire the broken
tell me i will cure the dying
but don't tell me i'm pretty
tell me i'm smart
because my looks will not save a life
but my brain might
compliment the thing inside my head
not the things around it
YOU ARE READING
to die would be an awfully big adventure
Poetryit may not look like it, but i'm okay i just miss you sometimes. {for the people who have had someone leave that they could never forget} (Completed)
