11November2012

Boys think I'm pretty

But I don't like boys

They smell funny

(most of the time)

They kiss too hard.

Girls think I'm pretty

Sometimes they don't like  me

Sometimes they become my friends

And we share clothes.

Bois think I'm pretty

Sometimes they chase me

But they can't catch me

I don't want those bois

Even their pretty eyes don't interest me.

I think I'm pretty

I just don't like wearing dresses

And makeup is a pain

I'd rather be naked.

My Love, she thinks I'm pretty

I'd chase her to the ends of the earth

If I thought I could keep her

I've never chased anyone

Except for her.

She needs patience

I'm bad at patience.

So I'm chasing it to the ends of the earth

Then maybe she'll be mine.