Is it my kindness that blinded you from seeing
That I'm more than a service of flesh and bones
Was T too caring to excuse you wrapping the rope around my neck
Isn't this all stupidity and out of line disrespect ?
For what kind of a woman you are to leave me out here in the cold
Is it my fault that you were painted with gold
Or was it me holding the brush ?
Fools desire less than what they could reach
For fearing at the end it's a movie and we all leave
I was convinced that being stabbed was inevitable
Couldn't imagine that it would be you holding the knife cutting out my veins
Because what good is a wound if it doesn't turn into a white scar
My poetry holds you entranced in such an unseen beauty
You forget to realize the facade
Dear captive
YOU ARE READING
The Words I Speak
PoetryWhile I'm silenced out there I'll speak my mind in here This reputation of the quiet Just let it disappear I've got a lot ahead of me Many things that I fear As I'm walking down this road I can finally see things clear . . . . . The Words I S...
