You, are ugly
And I a liar
Honestly,
How could you dare
Think any different?
To me,
You are perfect.
I find beauty,
In every,
Single,
Aspect of your true self,
Your insanity,
All of your imperfections,
Every single one of your vices
I love them all.
As I loved you
YOU ARE READING
The Drabbles of a Young Mind
PoesíaPoems made during fits of passion, or you know, whenever it is that inspiration decides to hit.
