The Inner Workings of a Happy Girl

Where is the Depth?

I can be beautiful.

You can even tell me so.

But your words don’t mean anything if you can’t love my soul.

I can be different.

You say I’m set apart.

But your words don’t mean anything if you can’t love my heart.

Are you true?

Only time will tell.

I don’t care for things like youth.

I wish to leave my mortal shell.

I can write you poems.

Provide you words on your command.

But my verses don’t mean anything.

Because you’ll never understand.