"i'm a monster," what she said.
"i'm a plastic friend."
"i'm ugly."
"i'm imperfect."
"no one wants me."
she said, hoping to push him away.
but he didn't move one single bit.
he kept looking into her eyes.
he chose to stay.
because inside that monster, he saw beauty.
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Cry
Poetryi want to satisfy you, even if it means you seeing me cry. *poems with no rhymes but has a deep meaning. *lower case intended. *it's a little bit bad at the beginning, but the further you get, the better the poems are.
