"You're lucky you're pretty,"
you say to me with a smile
as I drink more from your glass
hoping to take more
from your heart
My favorite piece of evidence
to use against the case of my friends
was that you have never
complimented my appearance
and suddenly
I need to rethink
my closing statement
Boys that tell me I'm pretty
have been far and few
but liars all the same
I believe you when you tell me this
and it does not ring in my ears
when you kiss me in your bed
because you have already
made me feel
like so much more
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
"You're lucky you're pretty,"
you say to me with a smile
as I drink more from your glass
hoping to take more
from your heart
My favorite piece of evidence
to use against the case of my friends
was that you have never
complimented my appearance
and suddenly
I need to rethink
my closing statement
Boys that tell me I'm pretty
have been far and few
but liars all the same
I believe you when you tell me this
and it does not ring in my ears
when you kiss me in your bed
because you have already
made me feel
like so much more
I haven't written a poem in a couple days, and I didn't feel like picking a word.
