something about the
way you look at me makes me
feel like i'm flying.

Do not call me pretty,
for I am more than it looks

I would rather be ugly ,
with the beauty inside

I don't want to be those girls
in magazines and books.

Don't just use me for my body,
without a confide.

Don't call me pretty,
look inside.
J.M

Flying high like I've lost sight,
Let loose of all these worries--I just might.

The world I imagined when love was poetry,
The words I wanted--you stopped showing me.

I'm closing the gap--I'm saying good bye,
I'm letting go--I'm soaring high.

Melt my soul away,
Melt the promises you've made.

Burning deeply under the sun,
Burning softly compared to what you've done.