If only I can fall
Into your arms again
If only I were small,
As small as little drops of rain
Maybe if I were pretty
As pretty as those other girls
I guess there's no hope wishing
With nothing but fake extension curls
He's the beauty and I'm the beast
Only slight twist is we don't fall in love
To all those other skinny girls
Of whom I don't compare
I'm so "different" that's want to hurl....
Yet nobody really cares
But if only I could be like them
I just might get a chance
To be with this marvelous gem
And even get a dance
YOU ARE READING
The Messy Bun Days - Book 1
PoetryA collection of poems from a teenage mind <3 free_and_lovely <3