you're a bad one.

and your heart is still two sizes two small.


i wish the world can see who you really are.
or at least who you are to me.
walking around with a subtle smile and ratty hair.
seeming as if you are gods given epitome of the word nice.
but words and actions count way more then you give them credit to.
i hope one day you realize that no matter how much you build yourself up for others to see,
the statue will fall and all that will be left is the truth.
you might even get lucky and nobody will ever see it, cause honey, the world is blind.
but i threw away my rose colored glasses.

doce dias mas.
everything seemed to work out fine.