My girl likes little things not the big things of value or baggy big like Jeans But short skirts and tight tops Little shorts and flip flops with high hopes, but little dreams
My girl likes little things Not big things or deep Little things like lipstick The comments on her self pics The brand of her breeches The right lace on her sneakers My girl likes little things Not the things too heavy to keep
My girl likes little things Not the big and the weighty Just the little things shiny like an iPhone glittering the right tone on the dial ring a cover case with the right bling Almost everything And anything not significantly big
My girl likes little things nothing seriously grand little things, like small talk A nice sweet short walk Even holding hands among other little things If there’s room for my fingers beside her diamond rings
I want a man who is one of a kind Patient, focused, gentle, modest... Someone who always speaks his mind An ear for music, an eye for art Alas, those traits are so hard to find In today's men. Many of them Are fools who're arrogant and blind Headless chickens, savage monkeys... They can't see behind Their shallowness.
I am still alive. You want to check Listen the heart beats, It still flow the blood. Nervous are still working , Go check it with the bottom . Now came closer Peep in my soul , It's dead . Look in the eyes , They drained. Dreams are vanished Hopes are shattered But no issue , As I am still alive The blood is still flows!!
Will I ever be good enough? I keep finding flaws, Keep comparing myself to others, It's not the things that matter in life, But I still obsess like crazy Am I really that shallow...?
It's just too much pressure, Too many selfies, Too many models, And too much makeup Being yourself doesn't feel enough, Being real feels like being wrong, Being wrong feels scary, But in this case, it's right to be wrong, Because...
I don't want to be one of many, I want to be one of a kind.
Do not make The mindless masses Your moral arbitrator Think don’t just act And forget about Your actions later
It is an altar Of altered skin tones People prostrate Themselves In front of The mirror Trying to mirror Fake reality stars Forgetting what real Role models look like The good guys Who made art with heart Set pen to higher purpose But consumer queens Who have been digitally remastered Get more action Then the masters How many people Remember Percy Shelley Or Michael Landon Two ages apart Two different hearts Who would not abandon Humanity Two voices in the desert One Romantic Poet And one Tv actor Hearts held high They do not lie But your new age heroes Breed greed Sell self interest I miss that Age of curiosity And generation Of compassion