Treasure Island

Natasha Elizabeth Beatrice Williams

(30/11/1994 / Birmingham)

How Can You See Me As Beautiful?


How can you see me as beautiful?
How can anyone?
You're eyes are obviously covered by wool.
What I really look like, is different to what you see, it's a con..

You look at me like I'm your angel,
I'm not, I'm ugly underneath this skin.
My soul is one large empty well,
It's sucked you in, I appear to win..

I don't. Love is not a game to be played.
I love you, more than anyone knows.
There's even things I think I don't know about you, but those things can't be weighed.
People tell me my love is false, but they're nothing but crows..

My heart is yours,
My soul, your toy.
No matter what the laws,
I hope to bring you nothing but joy.

Deep inside, I'm a monster.
How can you love me?
How can you see me as beautiful? I'm a monster.
But if you want to love me, so let it be.

I love you.. dear angel..
Take my sin away, my saint,
God gave me an angel.
I will love you, even if your heart does taint.

Submitted: Saturday, October 06, 2012
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