Not A Pretty Face
Not just a pretty face, I stand,
A voice that echoes, strong and grand.
In shadows cast by lustful eyes,
I seek the truth, not empty lies.
I am a mind, a heart that beats,
Not just a body, warm and sweet.
You see the curves, the skin so fair,
But miss the depth that lingers there.
I thought you saw me as more,
A partner, friend, not just a score.
Yet here I am, a fleeting glance,
While you pursue a shallow dance.
You claim to be my knight, so bold,
But tales of love, they turn to cold.
A heart you say you hold so dear,
Yet all I feel is doubt and fear.
How can you say you care for me,
When all you want is what you see?
A pretty face, a fleeting thrill,
But not the heart that longs to fill.
I want to be a part of you,
To share the dreams, the hopes, the true.
Yet here I stand, a lonely soul,
While you just seek to take control.
Your hands, they wander, seek to claim,
But where's the love behind the game?
A touch that speaks of more than skin,
Yet all I feel is where you've been.
You wear the armor, shining bright,
But where's the warmth, the love, the light?
A knight in shining armor, you say,
But all I see is shades of gray.
It was a lie, a sweet charade,
To get into my heart, you played.
But now I see the truth unfold,
A story lost, a heart turned cold.
So here I stand, a voice so clear,
Not just a pretty face, my dear.
I am a mind, a heart that beats,
Not just a body, warm and sweet.
I seek a love that’s deep and true,
Not just a night spent lost with you.
For I am more than what you see,
A soul that longs to be set free.
So take a moment, look inside,
And see the heart that you deride.
For I am not just what you crave,
But a spirit strong, a heart so brave.
Let’s break the chains of shallow ties,
And find the truth behind the lies.
For love is more than just a game,
It’s finding warmth, not just the flame.
So if you seek to know me well,
Then listen close, and hear my spell.
For I am not just here to please,
But to be loved, to find my ease.
In every word, in every sigh,
I seek a love that will not die.
So take my hand, and let us soar,
For I am more than just a score.
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