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'...
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