Inner Beauty Never Need To Fold Young Or Old. Poem by Curtis Mosby

There no reason why you should love me.
I hope you quite understand I am less than a man.
Far from the man of your dreams I seem to be dreaming.
I know I sit myself low never wanting to be rejected.
Do you know what that feel like it impossible to bare.
Beautiful I damn there curse the name.
So many claim that others or not beautiful.
Who is not beautiful let me know for there not from god.
I love that poem it give the one who can do better a glow.
I should know I have been the let downs of all let downs.
Look around flowers are given names of beauty by people.
Know I know that people are beautiful than flowers.
We have lost our minds trying to be perfect.
Is it worth it to hurt so one that in love with you.
Is this civilize behavior let me talk to my neighbor.
Thy are told but what does thy know.
Inner beauty never need to fold young or old.