i can't stand when you complain about your looks

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The creator uses a relatable and poetic approach to complimenting someone, framing it as a unique perspective that others miss. This emotional connection is then seamlessly tied to the promotion of their poetry book, making the call to action feel natural and earned.

Summary

The creator expresses admiration for someone's appearance, comparing them to a priceless work of art. They then reveal their new book of poetry, "Loved and Lost," available on Amazon and via a link in their bio.

Structure

1Expressing frustration with others complaining about their looks
2Comparing the admired person to a priceless work of art
3Revealing the book 'Loved and Lost'
4Encouraging viewers to purchase the book

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Check out my new book Loved and Lost, available on Amazon or if you click the link in my bio.

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i can't stand when you complain about your looks cause there's literally nothing wrong with your face. And honestly, I take that as an insult cause I feel like in a way you're saying that I've got bad taste and then you have the nerve to not believe me whenever I compliment you. God, I wish that you can see what I'm seeing from my point of view Cause I feel like you would never question whether you looked good or not. Cause there was countless amounts of time that I was staring at you And I'm surprised that I didn't get caught. And I wouldn't stop. I couldn't stop. It's kind of like admiring a portrait. I'm caught in awe. And you're just so priceless in fact, it can't be bought. You're the kind of art that people would travel miles just to spot. So what you see as flaws, I see a something the artist refused to paint over. like smudges that just somehow made the whole piece look 10 times better. And I know God took His time when He was painting you. I'm scared I'm the only one who sees you, right? Like everyone else walks by while I'm stuck staring at this view. You're the kind of art that they would put behind glass and they would put you at the end of the museum to save the best for last. And I'm still trying to figure out the hidden meaning behind your art. Who painted it? Cause I'm ready to sue. They stole my heart. You know, I want you to be the pencil marks that are left underneath all of my paint. The hidden guide. The assistance in all of my mistakes. I wanna open up to you. And on your canvas I can spill everything that I've been holding on to. And I know you won't make it a big deal. And maybe that's why I love your art. It's not the colours, It's not the frame, but rather the way you got my colours blending whenever you say my name. Anyways, if you guys liked that poem, there's plenty more just like it in my new book Loved and Lost which is available on Amazon or if you click the link in my bio.

Transcript

I can't stand when you complain about your looks cause there's literally nothing wrong with your face. And honestly, I take that as an insult cause I feel like in a way you're saying that I've got bad taste and then you have the nerve to not believe me whenever I compliment you. God, I wish that you can see what I'm seeing from my point of view Cause I feel like you would never question whether you looked good or not. Cause there was countless amounts of time that I was staring at you And I'm surprised that I didn't get caught. And I wouldn't stop. I couldn't stop. It's kind of like admiring a portrait. I'm caught in awe. And you're just so priceless in fact, it can't be bought. You're the kind of art that people would travel miles just to spot. So what you see as flaws, I see a something the artist refused to paint over. like smudges that just somehow made the whole piece look 10 times better. And I know God took His time when He was painting you. I'm scared I'm the only one who sees you, right? Like everyone else walks by while I'm stuck staring at this view. You're the kind of art that they would put behind glass and they would put you at the end of the museum to save the best for last. And I'm still trying to figure out the hidden meaning behind your art. Who painted it? Cause I'm ready to sue. They stole my heart. You know, I want you to be the pencil marks that are left underneath all of my paint. The hidden guide. The assistance in all of my mistakes. I wanna open up to you. And on your canvas I can spill everything that I've been holding on to. And I know you won't make it a big deal. And maybe that's why I love your art. It's not the colours, It's not the frame, but rather the way you got my colours blending whenever you say my name. Anyways, if you guys liked that poem, there's plenty more just like it in my new book Loved and Lost which is available on Amazon or if you click the link in my bio.