Yesterday you called a girl beautiful
She wasn't me and it broke my heart to see
That you meant it when you called her beautiful
And I beautiful. But beautiful is something rare
And breathtaking. We can't both be beautiful.
I don't know why it bothered me so.
She can be beautiful if she wants to be
Just not to you. You're mine. I want to be beautiful
To you. Even if it's only to you.
But today you called me perfect.
And it made me wonder,
Was she ever perfect?
Or is it only I
that you can find no faults with?
Perfect is better than beautiful.
But how many people are perfect?
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Use Your Words
PoetryThis is a poem about the words right here in this book. Watch me laugh and smile then take a look Into the deepest corners of my mind. Please don't fear for what you might find. Don't cower from the truth. This is my revolution. I refuse to be silen...
