honestly, I'm easy
for I love to be flattered.
the approach might be cheesy
but since when has that mattered?
the biggest problem here
is that when you draw near
I avoid you by instinct,
try to ignore what you think.
it's not that I don't want
to hear just what you've got
but the sheer amount of hate
all around makes me relate
to the birds and the bees
to the sun and the sky
for I'm worthy of these
and I don't have to try.
but I may well just cry
if I think of humans too long.
so many of us act wrong
and I cannot tell why.
so I feel good and surprised
when one comes with praise
sometimes I assume it's lies;
but most people speak true
about how I am, too.
I think they enjoy
the honest way of my days.
and I do not flatter
for I don't want to manipulate;
I just share but a smatter
of the things I appreciate.