Graffiti on the outside, rose growing within.

Beady green eyes,
And acne covered skin,
A large, heavy fringe,
To hide everything within,

Flaky short lived nails,
And greasy reddish hair,
Cuts in the fingers,
Holding a dog like teddy bear,

Resistant types of clothing,
And loud music in the ears,
Earlobes stuck to the head,
And prolonging white tears,

Small little toes,
With over grown nails,
Blisters on the feet,
And a skin that is not quite pale,

All these things he accepts,
Open heartedly,
All these reasons he loves me,
He always has hopelessly,

That's why I can forget,
All my faults when I'm in his arms,
Because I'm forever his,
And the outside can never harm.