Don't fall in love with my style,
Or the way I wear my hair.
Don't fall in love with my scars,
Or the makeup I might wear.
Don't fall in love with my skin,
Or my lack of self care.
Fall in love with my voice,
When I'm in awe or fright.
Fall in love with the poetry,
I choose to read and write.
Fall in love with my eyes,
Even if they dim and fade.
And save me from my demons,
And the heart they roughly played.
Just fall in love with me,
And the way I live.
This is all I can be,
And it is all I will give.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC
Don't fall in love with my style,
Or the way I wear my hair.
Don't fall in love with my scars,
Or the makeup I might wear.
Don't fall in love with my skin,
Or my lack of self care.
Fall in love with my voice,
When I'm in awe or fright.
Fall in love with the poetry,
I choose to read and write.
Fall in love with my eyes,
Even if they dim and fade.
And save me from my demons,
And the heart they roughly played.
Just fall in love with me,
And the way I live.
This is all I can be,
And it is all I will give.
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