We are the things
That we protect.
We found love
In the eyes of
Our mother.
We deserve the love
We might not deserve.
We are the light that
Only come for the gasping dark.
We might not believe what we see,
Because indeed,
We are an ignorant creature.
We are not accepting,
We're simply denying.
Don't take us wrong,
You are beautiful.
In a way we can not comprehend.
So why don't we toss you away?
P.s a very old poem found inside my old notebook. Thought it's pretty cool.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryYour life is a line, And you put those line In the form of words. And you express your life, With the line you wrote Written by a sinful hand But an innocent eye. Thoughts of a butterfly, Written with the language Of the lion Poems are mine except...
