Empty Whispers

Sweet words they whisper, a hollow refrain,

"Love" used as a weapon, a pleasure they gain.

Time spent together, a fleeting delight,

Not love in their eyes, just a body in sight.

"Spend time with you," a thinly veiled scheme,

A hidden desire, a lustful daydream.

"I really like you," a desperate plea,

Hoping for access, not a love meant to be.

Wishing for nothing, a different design,

A body more slender, to fit their kind.

Busy DMs, a shallow display,

Attention they crave, not love's gentle sway.

Lies of devotion, a promise untrue,

For fleeting approval, a superficial hue.

My heart, a treasure, unseen in the dark,

Just "thick thighs" desired, leaving an aching mark.

Knowing they don't care, a truth bittersweet,

Would they see the beauty, if my looks weren't so neat?

Luck they call it, a burden I hold,

A beauty unwanted, a story untold.

But hope still remains, a flickering flame,

To be loved for my spirit, not just a name.

True love's embrace, a future I seek,

Where hearts intertwine, not just bodies that speak.

This beauty, a curse? No, a strength I possess,

Beyond fleeting glances, I deserve more, no less.

One day, I'll find love, where eyes truly see,

The wonderful me, not just what could be.

So let the fakes fade, let the empty words cease,

True love will find me, bringing genuine peace.