You think you're not beautiful, talented and loved?
Well, I've got news for you,
You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, you're not as skinny as a stick
And you're scared of your own dreams.
You're concerned with your body,
Want to become somebody?
You care about all that garbage,
Yet want world peace and dream impossible dreams.
An imagination is all you need for talent.
Darling, there's always going to be a million people better than you
But seven billion worse.
Simply because they are not you.
You want someone to tell you that you are pretty?
Listen to me!
Read my words and listen to my voice!
You are the most loved person I know!
I would burn the earth for you
And yet you think that you're not enough.
You are so powerful that just the thought of you kills me.
You think you're no one special
And you push me away trying to run
thinking that you have to.
You are all of the above.
I am dying in your name and you think that you're not loved.
YOU ARE READING
No Longer Blank Pages
PoetryWords spiral across the page/ channeling the pain and rage/ of a broken, and sad writer/ who pounds the keys of a beaten typewriter./ Tear-stained yellow pages/ fly across the ages/ and the hands of time turn/ never back and always forward./
