Don’t send me one of your metaphors;
I do not need your fancy words.
Phrases longer than my textbook
I didn’t know I could get more bored.
Don’t you tell me how my eyes glisten.
They are only ordinary,
The most common shade of dark brown.
Won’t you please stop with this? Please listen.
Don’t say my hair flows like the river;
It’s more like a sea of garbage
Strewn with plastic bags, empty cans.
Your attempts only make me snicker.
Don’t describe how I light up the room,
How my presence is angelic,
How my laughter brings so much joy.
Don’t you know I can only bring gloom?
Don’t you dare use any similes
They are just as bad - if not worse.
I know your intentions are pure
But the person I need to respect me
Care about me