Looking at you on a cold October night I see only a picture of beauty Looking at my reflection in a puddle I see What can only be described as ugly How long will it take you to see? How long will it be until you see the real me? How long will it be until the mask slips and the illusion is Shattered, shattered like ripples on a pond. I’m practically counting the seconds I look at you once again Nothing but beauty That perfect face, that lustrous hair and, oh those pretty eyes. Those pretty eyes, they have a glint in them. You know it, don’t you? You know that I’m ugly and yet you still love me? Your kindness goes beyond what should be… My, oh my…well isn’t that thrilling?
4am work. I’m probably going to regret this when I wake up :wilting rose:
