Ya know, I have so many girls, and so many guys fawning over me And you want to know why I still willingly choose you And the reasons why are **** near unexplainable, but I will at least try to do it this one time I like the way you read my mind The way you read my heart is even better I'm sure if you had the time you'd read every single page of me And you still want me to explain why Why do I find you beautiful? And perfect It's because you challenge me when I need it and mended my crumpled heart And it is the way you'll give in to me and read your heart to me on freshly written pages And...it is... Because, I am so happy you think of me as beyond beautiful And not the **** guys get from my lips Or the **** girls get from the stare of my eyes Or the crease of my smile And I am happy because you find my shadow **** and my smile as your happiness P. S. This might not be the sweetest thing you'll hear.
Part of this poem is fiction, and the fictional parts are also the metaphors.
To be honest I didn't know what to title this poem.