Pretty
I’m pretty
I guess
But not the conventional
Painfully obvious
Put-together mess
Of pretty.
I’m pretty,
When in a line,
Of the prettier
And prettiest
And I’m just
Pretty.
Like it’s a pity,
That my pretty
Didn't make it out
The boundary.
That it’s a pity
That I’m just pretty
When I could be
So much more
That my pretty
Is just sitting
And somedays my
pretty
Is not pretty-ing
And those days,
Im not even pretty.
And If I don’t look pretty,
I don’t feel pretty
And If I don’t feel pretty
I never will be
Pretty.
Or
the pretty
that I want to be.
It’s such a pity.
- def not my best, this is from years ago from the archive, I just wanted to put it somewhere.