The boy I see is not a handsome one:
His hair doesn't flow in luscious locks,
And bulging muscles... he has none,
But I appreciate the blunt way he talks.
Maybe he doesn't smile all too often,
And the sun rarely makes his eyes glow,
But when he is happy, I feel my heart soften
Because it's real, I know.
Sometimes he's a bit headstrong,
But there's goodness in his heart.
Sure his words aren't a sweet song,
But he can be really smart.
So, yeah, ok, he's not perfect,
But I love his every aspect.
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Random Thoughts
PoesieThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
