I am sorry for staring But please, Take it as a compliment Life is short I would like to breath in As much beauty as I can.
I am sorry for the beasts of men The ones who made you this way Living with your guard up I understand you treating me Like them But I am here to say Weβre not all the same
I was raised by women To respect and love them To listen to them To understand them, To the best of my ability anyway. When I compliment you, I mean it. There have not been that many Beautiful sights In my life. So I genuinely mean this thanks,