You don’t see me CRY,
doesn’t mean I don’t weep.
Even when you think I am perfect,
That doesn’t mean I don’t TRY.
It’s my imperfections.
Even when I sweep melancholy
Under my mat, for you not to see
Me weak. I am human.
I’ve got feelings too.
I cry when things don’t go right,
At least I am left at ease.
I embrace genuine love just because
Am a genuine lover.
My hugs are meaningful, my beautiful
Smile is from within.
Just because i am natural giver.
Don’t confuse me, with my past
We are different.
Don’t confuse me with my present
We may me different in the future.
What matters is because life existed.