At His Feet

I know where beauty sits.

Call me pretty; tell me I’m hot.
I get an ego boost that lasts about two seconds and then I forget about it. Just like I’ll forget about you.

Tell me I am brave, say that you are proud to know me because I get things done.Those words will stay with me forever–like my memories of you–the one who calls me friend.

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