it's the same concept;just with beauty her clothes hug her and she barely hides behind them
she notices him,but she forgets his face almost immediately
she never dared to look too hard
there's nothing perfect about him
the way he sits swinging his feet from long legs
he beckons to her,but she thinks she's hearing things
what he is seeing she sees in the mirror and detests
she's scared of what he wants to say
perhaps he's going to say the same things he always does
she dreads his voice
because it threatens her
he may hate her like she does herself
he's crooked,bent and broken
like her
he knows what love can be
he knows more than she will ever know in him
she thought he was safe from the tearing hearts
bleeding,breaking,
he would never understand how she sees him
she has no time for him
he tells nothing of how he doesn't mind her friendship
she wishes she never knew him
but he was too beautiful not to know
she needed to know what kind of person this person was
did they have less problems
did he walk down the streets melting the girls
or was she just a desperate
wanting something new to learn about
he didn't see it coming
he was innocent
she was innocent
they talk once in a while and they know each other a bit
he did not let her know how he found her
but she had found him first anyway
they can laugh and joke
each holding his own opinion
she hasn't really figured out yet
what love treats him like
perhaps,she thinks to herself as she leaves him
it's the same concept,just with beauty

-jonk  ¶ 12:53 AM 0 comments