Girls

We live behind chipped nail polish and smudgy makeup. None of us are perfect, and none of us are whole. We let boys carry our heart away on their gallant white horses, Completely aware that they're not our princes. We cry at romantic movies, Only because we know that that glamorous love Doesn't exist. Our expectations are too high for our reality, And our hopes are larger than our dreams. We often let our infatuation with boys make our decisions. Drama is the boat we ride On our way to maturity, And jealousy is the iceberg We can't avoid Best friends are the people we call When there's the littlest things that mean the world to us, And we're dying to tell someone who cares. We make big mistakes, Are we're all beautiful for it. We all have similarities and differences, But we're all equal. Our nail polish chips, And our makeup is never perfect. We're girls. And we're pretty amazing for it.