You are not an angel,
In no way, free of sin,
Not personified perfection.
No pure heart lies within.
You are not of whom we dream,
Your personality lacks colour,
There is a million others like you,
It wouldn't be hard to find another.
But clearly none of this matters,
For reasons I can think of few,
That would in any way begin,
To justify my love for you.
YOU ARE READING
This book has no name. (Poetry)
PoetryI am not a poet, as you can see, but yeah, here are some poems I have written. Some are a bit depressing I know, but what's more depressing is the fact I can't write a decent poem, am I right? P.S they aren't all about me, okay. Some are, some are...
