You are not beautiful.
Nowhere close to perfection.
Eyes as empty as your soul
With a heart so unknowing
Though with a smile
You can silence my thoughts
Your words are ice
Into my eyes
Blinding me more
Than the tears you cannot see
The lies which set you free
The things I must sacrifice
I am sure
That your being cries
For something other
Than mine, and so whilst it dies
You, not even sore,
Take care to smother
Yourself in old hurts
I thought maybe
Now
You would understand
How
Your slightest move
Makes me wish
To withdraw my hand
Something
I can never allow.
Flaws so many it seems
And yet through it all
Your near rotten heart gleams
And so deep, I fall
And faster and faster I drown
You are a rope
Which I cannot let go
Though I can only cope
If you do not know
And yet
In my eyes reflection
Although knowing we cannot be
I look at you, and know
You are beautiful to me.
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