Saturday, October 25, 2014

I can grow our love, but not my boobs.

I'm not the prettiest girl
In my photos, I'd rather look happy
Because how I feel
Is more important than what others see.

The size of my heart
Doesn't reflect the size of my chest
I can grow our love,
But not my breasts.

I don't have abs
Just a tummy on cue,
That still flutters
Whenever I see you.

I don't have a fine ass,
And I know it's not how I should be,
But I can't help but feel
You've made one out of me.