you make me feel loved while in all of my forms.
a face full of makeup,
a dress way too short with extra cleavage showing-
and i'm the most gorgeous girl you've ever seen.
yet it's the exact same after the day has been conquered.
a feature in grease,
eye bags displayed,
manifested cramping in agony with absolutely nothing but complaints from my tongue.
yet, with my daily flaws-
you still make me feel angelic applause.
you gave an unloveable girl the thought of being loved correctly, a girl whose scared of any man's shadow.
just when she thought it was too good to be true, she unknowingly took matters into her own hands-
her interrupting conscience withstands.
she's been hurt before, taken advantage of, it's going to happen again.
i'm tied up in the basement of my own mind while a different part of me tries to ruin any hope remaining.
until i recognize what's happening, i lie with no control.
a battle between my inner-conscience, i can't help but to take a toll.
i identify the problem, the problem that's me- i deny until i can't anymore, my conscience must foresee.
a sense of control is my total of 3 wishes, a cry of help to not be betrayed.
a hope for a new beginning,
a beginning that has been far too delayed.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
