i hope

Brycycle

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.

  • Author: Brycycle (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 14th, 2020 05:56
  • Comment from author about the poem: acknowledging that i do not love or like the way i look, but appreciate how others do. and i hope in the future i will learn to love me too.
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  • Goldfinch60

    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

    • Brycycle

      thank you, Andy



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