I said
'I'm okay with being mediocre.'
And he asked me why,
So I replied.
I said
'When someone looks at you like
You're close to that of a da Vinci,
You feel like you're framed and
On the wall,
It's like you're part of an exhibition,
And eventually,
Every single spectator,
Moves along to the next piece of art'
I said
'Id rather be loved
On the days where I'd rather
Lay in bed with nothing
But a t-shirt on,
Than be loved only
For the beauty that
Comes with days where
I can be bothered'
g.c.g