How perfect can someone be?
How perfect does someone need to be?
You're the correct answer to all of those questions.
The clothes you wear, The perfume you use
God,in a way I've fallen for you.
Your compliments burn on my skin,
It's like my skin is not meant for my bones
It makes me feel so immature
When I look at your things and wish they were at my door.
You're the hot topic in the hallways
People know everything about you
The lipstick, lipgloss and the eyeliner you use.
You're the closest thing I have, as a sister
But the farthest thing I will have as a friend
Your eyes are beautiful, your face is a work of art
But being jealous of you, would never make me look smart
YOU ARE READING
3 am thoughts enclosed in a book >>Poetry
PoetryThe things I wrote for some people, all enclosed in a book. I hope you relate to it so that I'm not the only one thinking I'm weird <3
