I can't help it
I get lost in your eyes
You have to admit
They are more beautiful the the sun's arise
You hate your body
Which I don't understand
You hurt it as a hobby
Bacause that's what people command
You hate yourself
But why
Don't be someone else
And think that you need to die
You are beautiful
Your body, your eyes, just you
You may be doubtful
But it something that needs to stick to you
Just like glue
YOU ARE READING
The Wonders Of Words
PoetryThese are poems that I've wrote randomly. You might interpret them differently than I do and I'm okay with that. Its just the wonders of words.
