I look outside and I see
that there is a bastard and it’s me
i wish I lived in a painting
I wouldn’t have to worry people will hate me
hang me up in a gallery
I am just another Mallory
if I were a work of art people could admire
If i was hung up high maybe it could make my spirits even higher
Think about my meaning cause it’s one I don’t know either
at least if I was a painting I wouldn’t be an eyesore
instead of my love that could never come to fruition
I could give people an ambition
and for once maybe he would see my features all of the bright and vivid tones
combined with my shadows
Possibly that way he’d actually fall in love with me
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Hoolihooli (
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Good and bad both things attracts attention. A child when does not gets attention she does all wrong things thinking that even for a scolding they might attend me.
Your virtues are good enough to be attended if you believe. If you don't believe you will fail to show them to others who would then probably miss to observe and admire.
I like the childish expression of being a painting to be raised in your qualities and values so that someone atleast attends and love you too.....Beautiful metaphorical expression of insecurity one has within .
The one who will fall in love with you will see you in any form you be...good or bad you be......all things will make good connection for them.....you will not need to do anything to convince them to love you.....they will love you in every form...
Sweet love and bitter trials. It's hard, I know. Thank you for sharing. 🙂
what a well written, expression
of a soothing daydream
indeed, if only..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
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