"You're so pretty!" Said my Mama.
"Every boys must fall for you!" Said my relatives.
"Bitch please, stop being so goddam pretty!" Said my friends.
Pret-ty. They kept calling me that
Pretty little lies, they meant,
Since the truth about me is uglier than ugly.
But they don't know that, because I'm covering myself well.
My heart is bounded by chains and locked somewhere faraway,
With key tossed into the ocean, forever lost.
Instead of my real beating heart, I pleased everyone with a dazzling smile
And put my pretty fake heart on display.
No scars, no holes, just perfect.
That's how everyone liked it.
So they kept on showering me with pretty complements they thought I'd like,
Pretty, gorgeous, beautiful, stunning.
Ha, only if they knew the truth.
Would you mind if I let you on a secret?
A boy told me I was pretty, once.
He was a newbie in my Science class,
Sweet, handsome and charming
Girls buzzed around him like bees swarming around a honeypot.
Isobel, the athlete.
Jenna, the popular girl.
Merlin, the slut.
But no! He didn't choose them, he chose me!
Oh sweet little me, if only he'd know the truth
He'd be long gone, faster than you could say "Liar".
If you asked me do I believe in love at first sight
My answer would be an infinity of no's.
But he stared of me with those fires in his amber eyes,
And like a hopeless bee once tasted a drop of the saccharine honey
I voluntarily drowned in the temporary sweetness of his fiery eyes.

My answer would be an infinity of no's.

Crystal clear sky, soft breeze caressing
His eyes looked at me with such force,
That made me feel like I'm melting.
A wandered wind swept my hair astray,
And his tender fingers rushed to brush my hair back.
He must didn't know it, but at the spots where his elegant finger touched my rosy cheek,
Is lit aflame with an intensity that could light up the whole town.
I smiled to him with all honesty that I had,
Probably the realest smile I've ever given to anyone.
He must sensed it too, he looked taken aback
And I felt stupidly scared that I did something wrong.
What's this creature? It is not me!
After eons of silence, he finally spoke,
"You know, everyone says you're pretty, and you are.
And when you smile, you're even more beautiful.
You seriously should do it more often,
That way I would never ask for my heart back."
Then he grinned that cheeky smile of his.
I playfully shoved his sculptured shoulder and laughed,
But inside I'm relieved, he didn't say the L word
Yet a part of me is disconcerted
That he didn't say the word.

And my answer would forever be an infinity of no's.