Abstracted in imperfections
Can't hold in the intersections
Despises her act of wanting to be good
But always end up in a gloomy mood
Can't be an angel when it's human
Can't hold back when it's a nuisance
After all it's contemporary not the renaissance
I'd rather focus on my phone than hate your existence
Don't hate you and your critisms
But rather amazed of my endurance
Delighted that it's not much of a hindrance
Slightly masochist in an instance
Small and soft, delicate and weak
Without the scheme to trick
Take off her shell and you'll find what you seek
What to change when she's perfectly her, unbareable to bare
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Playful Rhyme
PoetryHi there reader! this is maiden_mayonade ('∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩') This book contains the collection of my self made poems and their explanations although some of it might seem simply straight forward and understandable. I'm still going to add its meaning so...
