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.