If dreams really do reveal our inner wants and fears,

then why does my mind not think about you.

In my eyes all these years,

You're perfect like the brightest blue.

But I see what's really inside the person you call yourself,

Then you just put your personality back on the shelf.

It's all about the looks,

The looks have no hooks,

Beauty comes from within,

So put back on your grin,

And take that make up off,

What are you wearing it for.

The End

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