I ain’t what you call beauty
The depth of scars all you see
Once caused me pain
Now
I endure every moment in silence
♣
In anguish my eyes wander
For the hopes I anticipate
Life seems so bizarre
Like a map in front
All you know is lost
Lost
In midst of routes never known
And
I see a bright light
Seeking the inner truth
in me
♣
Behind that piece I picture,
I see a little of me.
With each inch I built
I see a little of me
With every step I strive
I believe I can…
I am an endless wanderer
Living every moment with fear
But a little hope
Is all I cope with…
This is a beautiful poem! I could totally relate to it 🙂
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Thank You so much, The Glow Worm 🙂
Thanks for dropping by too :’)
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just as your thoughs are your own
my comments are mine alone
Sure you wrote it only for you
as beauty of thoughts ever matter
thoughts dont begin nor end, just seems forever
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Beautiful words:0
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Nice..I love the picture! 🙂
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u cud have finished it better…
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You can finish it for me 🙂
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