Artifice

You might be pretty

On the outside

But you’re sure as shit

Ugly within

If only your

Personality

Was as radient

As your skin

Overlooked

What would it take

For you to notice me

Wear a skimpy dress

Paint my lips so readily

Well all I have is my words

So I guess that counts me out

As there’s nothing at all about them

That suggests I’d like to hangout

Paradox

Fleetingly
happy

Consistently
sad

Always trying to
do good

While contemplating
being bad

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