One day your looks will dissipate Like the steam from boiling water Gradually but inevitably Your physicality will falter
Superficiality Is joyous to an extent When you're young and exploring life But you can't always depend On materials and shallow links To bring you what a connection can When you're on your death bed Whether wealthy or simply meeting ends
Superficiality fades When all you crave is to hold a hand
She would wake up every morning, wondering if the picture she posted last night got enough likes. If the likes didn't impress her, she would even second guess herself, her worth and say something in the lines like "am i even pretty" . You may call her an attention seeker, but i 'd say that she is just another victim of this superficial world we live in.
If only he'd notice me. If only he'd look my way. If only he'd look past my insecurities, And be mine one day. His beauty astounds me, makes me think twice. And when those gorgeous eyes meet mine, It only makes me think thrice. About why I bother, When he's clearly hotter. And worth more than the love of a dreaming girl.
Eternal life is on the tray. Your youthful cast has gone astray. At the very least, this is what they say. We all bleed, just in a different way; regardless of the price you pay so why endure another day dilapidated, if I may?
Another blade, pitted against perfection. You always were, will be, the most beautiful, in my eyes...
Casting a long shadow over his face she said in a tone that was rather plain
"I would have loved you my dear hadn't your wretched looks intertwined"
They might judgeyou for your looks, your clothes , your ideas , your words and so on. But my friend always stand tall, be comfortable as you, for they haven't yet seen all the good you have within you.