You may hate the way you smile,
You may hate the way you look,
Maybe inside you secretly think,
You just aren't good enough.
But, I think you're perfect,
I love you, flaws and all,
I think you're so beautiful,
Through winter, spring, summer, fall.
I just wish you could see yourself,
The way that I see you,
They say that mirrors don't lie,
But, apparently, they do.
AN- as a british person, using 'fall' makes me want to die a little bit inside but it was the only good rhyme I could think of so I'm just going to have to deal with it 😭
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Random Descriptions
RandomRandom things that I like to write when I feel bursts of inspiration. Most of them will likely be poems.
