My eyes gather over his face,
Taking in every single perfection.
He has such a lovely complexion,
I wish he would think the same of me.
However, I understand.
Who could love a girl that's best quality is being sad?
Maybe,
The only reason he stays is because, I do what he wants.
But, when I deliver his requests,
It haunts me.
I know I'm not being true to who I am,
But I just want him to love me.
Why can't anybody see that this is the only way that it will be?
If I pretend to be a better me,
He will love who I am.
Because that's all I want.
I just want somebody to love me.
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The Trees Talk
PoesíaThe trees talk, they know what goes through your mind. The trees, they scream. +previously Perfection and Deception+
