My hair is always messy
My things aren't in place
Am I the girl you like
To spend the rest of your days?

I always talk gibberish
My posture isn't the best
Would you still hold my hand
Even when I'm hideously dressed?

I snore when I sleep
I'm scared of horror movies
Now would you still ask
For my hand on your knees?

I'm a little moody
A crybaby, I admit
Look at me in the face
Boy, am I still worth it?

Dedicated to   :)

Keep Smiling,
Z.