I'm an amature at best.

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by ItsOkayEllijah, Feb 28, 2013.

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  1. ItsOkayEllijah

    ItsOkayEllijah Well-Known Member

    These almond eyes,
    have held the insecurities of the world.
    Wondering why my iris's weren't the shades of his or hers.
    In the banks of my mind.
    The imagine of ugly, is me.
    Can someone really love me if my skin was bare.
    Ignore the fact that my bones stick out
    like the skinny trees that get cut down.
    Or that the scars on my arms
    were made by the ones closest to my heart.
    They tell me that I can not be this or that
    Put me in crutches so I can't stand on my own.
    But when it comes time for me to leave.
    I will hear the world breathe.
    and feel its breeze
    carry me away from my insecurities.
     
  2. jxdama

    jxdama Staff Member Safety & Support

    you are quite talented.
     
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