Tell me your secrets Don't worry, I'll keep it After all, I've managed to keep my own
Boys are noticing me Could a girl maybe notice me Instead?
Yes I know I'm pretty (I'm gorgeous actually) No, My shirt doesn't give you permission To stare at my hips
Stunning Iconic Wish she Would cover up
Get your eyes off my face Get out go away
Stunning Iconic A modern Temptress
- call me a **** I dare you
Give me a crop top Clean eyeliner This is only to prove None of you deserve me
Call this an exaggeration Complete exploitation A collection of not-quites Piled into a finished Song
So I'm sorry for trying To fix in the bubble It wasn't a bubble But a box
Don't tell me you love me You can't possibly love me You don't even know me I'm just a face for Your ideals
I don't agree with you "We're still friends after this, Right?" - Gods no
Does God know
How you hate his creation
? - "Yes, of course we are!"
Bite your tongue You don't have time To drop these people in Your past
Keep friends close Keep others closer Wait until you're older
Can I possibly wait any Longer
Anyway. This is a complete disaster (I'm starting to notice a pattern, poems about girls are short and sweet, poems about boys are messy, incoherent and inconsistent) Also the title is supposed to be a play on "boys will be boys" but it's kinda subtle idk how I feel about it yet.