your approval
Never thought of pleasing nobody before
Until I saw your eyes asking for more
I knew your love was unconditional
And yet the thought of deceiving you was making me do the unpredictable
Can't you see that my hair, my dress, and my manners scream you all over?
Can't acknowledge my feelings that are suppressed and have a cover?
Maybe if I smile like you you'll notice
Maybe when my skin molds into you you'll focus
But until then I'll wait for your approval
And imprison my being into a glass oval
Copyright © May Brouss | Year Posted 2026
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