Genuinely, you are perfect, I try to explain,
But every word I use feels weak and plain.
No sentence I build, no line I start,
Is ever enough for what you are.
You’re like a flower no one dares to see,
Afraid your beauty would be their last memory.
So they turn away, they don’t even try,
Scared that one look might make them die.
But I keep looking, I don’t look away,
I’d risk it all just to see you one more day.
Because if beauty was something that could ****
I’d look at you forever, and die fulfilled.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 9:36 AM UTC
Genuinely, you are perfect, I try to explain,
But every word I use feels weak and plain.
No sentence I build, no line I start,
Is ever enough for what you are.
You’re like a flower no one dares to see,
Afraid your beauty would be their last memory.
So they turn away, they don’t even try,
Scared that one look might make them die.
But I keep looking, I don’t look away,
I’d risk it all just to see you one more day.
Because if beauty was something that could ****
I’d look at you forever, and die fulfilled.