the lovely words that bless me
how i wish i could see what they portray,
my looks are just a black mirror.
these pretty souls do not understand
that i yearn for their visions of me,
because all i see is a wilting flower along a lonely river.
my tears are full of fond people
but taste of salt from endless oceans,
all i crave is the sugar of self-love.
filled with stars and moonlight
i bear this emptiness inside of me,
hoping that one day, i’ll finally give myself a hug.
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Oh don't worry; someone here will soon tell you that Jesus loves you!
Don't listen though.
If your self-loathing creates such great poetry; keep on hating.
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thank you haha
That love is within you, if others can see it you just need to look deeper within yourself and give yourself that hug.
Very good write.
Andy
thank you, Andy
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