Untitled Poem 2-8-22 (#2)

She measures her beauty
By what he says
Every way she looks so far
Has been from how he says

She’s seeking his attention
What will he say?
His favorite conditioner in her head
What does he say?

Well he doesn’t notice you like I do
You’re getting dolled up for someone, who really doesn’t notice you

He doesn’t see you like I do
You’re adding ounces on to perfect, he doesn’t see see you

As I do…

Very much I adjust my eyes
I grab my glasses, I adjust my sight
Such a wish falls upon my eyes
Your image still appears randomly in my sight

It’s like a pledge, I’ve been promised
A permanent solution, for those times
When my inspiration, falls under greatness
I close my eyes and remember how

She’s seeking his attention
What will he say?
His favorite conditioner in her head
What does he say?

Well he doesn’t notice you, like I do
You’re getting dolled up for someone, who really doesn’t notice you

He doesn’t see you like I do
You’re adding ounces on to perfect, he doesn’t see see you

As I do…

*Sakari*


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