We perch ourselves,
Smirking down so casually.
We caw and crow at imperfections,
Thinking there is just one single direction.
Yet those with bright eyes see the truth,
That beauty is not of the two.
And since your beauty is too generic,
They'll laugh at you,
So misdirected.
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Late Night Feels
PoetryThose intense feelings that tangle their arms around your body and try to eat you alive, all wrapped up into this collection of poems. Enjoy.
