You're too good to be true.
You're too perfect for such an imperfection as me.
I don't deserve this wonderful kindness that is you.
You are flawed but to me that flaw adds up to perfection.
A perfect I'm so undeserving of.
I have always been told of how I am not worth much.
How I'm lower than dirt.
I believe it.
And here you are, this star.
This ethereal and somehow I can call you mine.
How is a girl lower than dirt worthy of this?
It seems too good to be true.
But god, I hope it's not.
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Words n' shit
PoetryThis is a collection of stuff that I wrote. It's not that good. I'm not an experienced writer or poet but sometimes it helps me to write what I feel.
