Tragic prettiness

Pretty enough
She never felt she was pretty enough
Do to her cotton candy shaped boobs and non Brazilian butt
She was never good with men
Because her own father didn't play the part of a man
So she's out in the word letting men flicker with her heart like there favorite chess game
She was the perfect piece of gum in a wrinkled napkin but still she never felt pretty enough
Her body was a painting but she could never see the color
She was her own book but all she could see is the the replication of her mother
Lessons became her mistress and the streets became her lover
Because no one choose to love her
She kept her heart on a shelve because know one told her real love not based off of wealth
She never realized real love got to first come from yourself
Those boys liked her enough to see her naked but didn't love herself enough to show them her soul naked

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