the ugly writers

You

Didn’t know that this time would come, I can be who I really am. I didn’t need to pretend just to impress you, Because I know whatever happens, You’ll accept me for who I am.

Like I Love You

I love you, like how I love books. I love you, like how I love to just sit and sip my coffee. I love you, like how I love to read. I love you, like how I love my friends.…
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U

You’re like an egg’s shell – broken. Like a mosaic. Made of pieces. You’re an art – beautiful. Like an abstract. Full of perplexity. You’re too much and less enough. You’re a paradox of hate and love. You’re the dawn…