Don't love me because my hair is pretty and I look fine
Love me when I am at my worst,
When I am down and out and need you the most
Am comfortable with me,
The untamed mane, the quirks
Not tolerating the abusive jerks
With all this emotional baggage
I don't wear my heart on my sleeve
I can't or I wouldn't be able to breathe
I know my short comings and my pitfalls
But can you love me, for me
And just pretend to be in it for the love and care?
Not he who dares to only strip her of her virginity
But who will love her the most
The one who can look past the rags and the bags
Under her eyes when she cries
The love that knows no bounds
The type that comes from deep inside,
Just trying to hide from that heartbreak
And take, take that the world seems to want from us daily,
But maybe,
Just maybe
We can find one another through this fog of reality?
I am here
She is waiting
We are ready.