Is it the face that holds the values?
Or is it height measurements
As if the roses dont sting just cause it blooms
I dont look rather charming in the morning
I can barely reach the shelves
Nobody really talks about a lonely crow
Eyes really do deceive you
It's like we're in a cue
Waiting to be picked by beautiful few
We're living in the shadows of the ones that are cute
If face is what makes us
I'd rather be faceless







