~

 "That I'm not a beautiful girl
everyone is tired to know;
The thing that I recently realized
just made things kinda worse, you know;
I realized I'm less I thought I was,
pretty hard to face this way all your flaws;
I'm not even remotely a piece of art, 
wasn't made by skilled artist's hands,
I'm not pretty on the face or art on a frame,
and I'm certainly not the type you would will to claim;
I'm not a Monalisa, which you easily can see,
or any type of paintin', looking like a skinny tree;
I don't look fine on heels, don't know how to do my make up,
which means, guess what, you'll never find me on club;
Yeah, I'm not a beautiful girl
not even the type you'll be willing to admire,
my skin might look nice pale as a pearl,
but you won't find in the rest, a sexy wildfire;
All that's left for me is to accept reality...
That I'm not the type of girl to make you go down for on one knee;
Maybe, someday, someone might see me as a masterpiece,
I'm not waiting for it, is dumb, I know, expect such a bliss;
but maybe someday, in some other other life,
someone loves so much, to see in me, a work of art."

y

Apr. 17th 2025.
2am.

From Y to Y.