Pieces of Mind

Knowing Your Worth

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I'll fall into the abyss
As long as I can see that smile with bliss...

I'll get into the rose fields,
I'll scurry through them,
through the thorns,
searching through the roses,
for the perfect one,
I'll pick it,
thorn by thorn,
hand by hand;

They'll maim,
rip, and tear through my cloth,
but I won't mind,
for if the result will be a bouquet of roses,
and a red crimson lip smirk,
then I'll forget my aching wounds...

I'm neither an addict for pain,
nor do I crave danger
yet you are, and you do...

So I'll let that pain sink in,
It'll sink in me, into those roses,
that you'll feel the tenderness,
you'll feel that sore pain by the look,
through that gaze into my soul,
that is an open book for you...

You'll see the pain you want,
without getting to feel bruises
on that cloud-like smoothness;
that you call skin.

You'll feel the pain you need,
without getting to feel the blood
dripping down your body.

You do not deserve pain.

But I guess,
It is the most gorgeous,
who feel the ugliest,
the most magnificent,
who feel the most dreadful;

And the most perfect,
who feel in need of pain...

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