... is not a word I would ever apply to myself.
Beautiful? Out of the question.
Sexy? Ha, you're funny.
Attractive? Stop it, you're teasing me now.
Beauty is something I think about,
and something I hope to find.
But when I find it in sunsets,
children,
puppies,
and trees,
I realize - there is no hope.
I will never be as lovely as any of these.
I'll never believe you if you call me pretty,
but sometimes, I wish you would lie to me anyway.
I've been writing rambles all day.
Nothing makes sense,
but carrying around a baby,
walking my puppy,
in cutoffs and barefeet,
waving at my Daddy driving his tractor home.
I wonder...
Is life at all as complicated as they tried to make me believe?
Beautiful? Out of the question.
Sexy? Ha, you're funny.
Attractive? Stop it, you're teasing me now.
Beauty is something I think about,
and something I hope to find.
But when I find it in sunsets,
children,
puppies,
and trees,
I realize - there is no hope.
I will never be as lovely as any of these.
I'll never believe you if you call me pretty,
but sometimes, I wish you would lie to me anyway.
I've been writing rambles all day.
Nothing makes sense,
but carrying around a baby,
walking my puppy,
in cutoffs and barefeet,
waving at my Daddy driving his tractor home.
I wonder...
Is life at all as complicated as they tried to make me believe?
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