deep down under


I don't see her like you do

I don't take in to count 

the size of her breasts

or if she has breasts at all

I don't take in to count

how short or

how long her hair is

or if she has hair at all

I don't take in to count 

if she wears makeup everyday

or she wears makeup every other day

if she wears makeup at all

I don't take in to count 

the style of her clothes

boy clothes 

or girl clothes

I don't take in to count

if she has a penis 

or a vagina

between her legs

I don't see her like you do

I don't see her appearance 

like you do

I see much deeper than the surface

I see her pesonality 

will she treat me like I deserve

or will she use me till she's bored

see, I don't see her like you do

I don't see what she's wearing

I see her heart

and I for one 

love her heart
This poem is about: 
Me

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