Tell me I'm beautiful

Tell me I’m beautiful

I would like to have lunch in the park
a picnic
With the sun touching my skin
and I guess it’s ok if you come along
but don’t touch me there
touch me anywhere
tell me I’m beautiful.

I’d steal your heart
And I think that maybe someday
I will grow or build one of my very own.

Until then,
could you hold my hand
or feel my hair.

Maybe you could even
tell me that
I’m beautiful.