I only loved the idea of you
A pretty something
But you were just you
I should have seen it coming
You stood right in front of me
I kept on trying and trying
To make you into something beautiful
Couldn’t see you were already dieing
Scraping paint off the walls
You were all white underneath
Covered with colors from my eyes
A perfect painting of mine
I was a stupid girl
Clung to your shirt so desperately
This isn’t you, this isn’t you
I didn’t want to face reality
I was a stupid girl
Making up false stories
Between you and me
I dropped to my knees
You’re just a pretty something
A fake boy I set beside myself
I should have seen it coming
Okay, I would leave a comment but this poem is amazing and you must have known it when you wrote it. It's so true to life, and lays out the flaw of perfection so well! Xs and Os
Scraping paint off the walls You were all white underneath Covered with colors from my eyes A perfect painting of mine I love the way you write in lovable verse....free to mind and heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this poem and the clever words..right on point.