Pretty Face

There's more to me then just a pretty face a physical being, not just empty space. Being involved with me isn't me alone I have baggage and packages and things of my own. Will you be there for me when I need a helping hand... Will you be there for my son when he just don't understand... Are you willing to try and put in some time Or just back away and feed me some line. Feelings, emotions, heartbeats in rhyme My mind pandering like a wild lavish vine Thoughts and Images run through my head Replaying some of the many words you've said. I'm not just some toy u can toss aside when your threw Memories in a box, pushed aside when you find something new.