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Not Worthy
Oh, the tears I've cried,
I'm not perfect I've tried,
I've still got small spots of acne,
I drink a bit too much coffee,
And three week old nailpolish is still flaking off,
I look in the mirror and I scoff,
I'm not worthy,
Of someone of such sweetness, intelligence, and beauty.
I try my best to eat well,
I try my best to live virtuous and well,
But no matter what I do,
I still don't feel good enough for you,
So I don't see
How you still think of me.
I love feeling my connection to you,
But this is true,
I wish I could hear you say,
Directly, why you still think of me everyday,
And maybe your voice would sooth my negative thoughts away.
I'm not perfect I've tried,
I've still got small spots of acne,
I drink a bit too much coffee,
And three week old nailpolish is still flaking off,
I look in the mirror and I scoff,
I'm not worthy,
Of someone of such sweetness, intelligence, and beauty.
I try my best to eat well,
I try my best to live virtuous and well,
But no matter what I do,
I still don't feel good enough for you,
So I don't see
How you still think of me.
I love feeling my connection to you,
But this is true,
I wish I could hear you say,
Directly, why you still think of me everyday,
And maybe your voice would sooth my negative thoughts away.
Published 22nd Nov 2019
| Edited 7th Mar 2020
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23rd Nov 2019 6:33am
Love the last stanza
Anxieties are real, so are the words of a love true, that'll quell such uprisings of negativity
Anxieties are real, so are the words of a love true, that'll quell such uprisings of negativity
23rd Nov 2019 4:34pm
If only everyone could see themselves through the eyes of someone who loved them dearly. The world would be a different place. An honest, open write, OP.
