Glitter in your eyes
Stars in Your smile
On the dance floor, you hold me close
You lean in to kiss me
I turn away
You ask why
I say:
My heart has been broken too many times
You promise you will love me
I say: the others said the same

I have some imperfections, but how can you collect them all and throw them in my face?

I'm sick of pretending. Accept me and I'll stop lying.

I'd be lying if I told you that losing you was something I could handle.

I was thinking Mr. Right, you were thinking right now.

Hey everybody (:
You all should check out my poems and let me know what you think
Thank you much!!

-Morgan Leigh (: