My cheeks are dripping, wet,
Because of a love I haven't met,
The sun is asleep at this hour,
Maybe my heart will be able to purge of this sour.I am ugly.
Do not tell me I am lovely
What a bittersweet feel
Because what you really think, your lips do seal.What I see in the mirror
Cuts through me like a scissor.
There is nothing more I can ever be,
People will always look right through me.I will never be free
From the partisan world
Which favors the pearl
Over the grey, bland rock.I am ugly and I drown every day,
All I plead for is a single ray,
That will shine upon me,
Vast, powerful, admirable sea.Woeful, wilting lily,
On a field of self pity,
Surrounded by rising, rich roses,
Speeding up how the lily decomposes.I don't want to be alone,
But who wants to be near a deflated balloon?
Infinite flaws in and out,
No one will ever love me, I know without a doubt."He looks at you with dazzling eyes"
Momentarily my heart soars through the skies,
What a fucking joke.
What was always worthless nevertheless broke.My cheeks are still dripping, wet,
Because of a love I will never meet,
The sun is asleep at this hour,
Maybe sleeping will temporarily relieve this sour.
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Excerpts From a Lonely Heart
PoetryYou are holding my heart. Peel off a layer - there lays an enigmatic labyrinth. Dig deeper, and you will come face to face with a mystifying puzzle. The thing with a heart is that it does not only go deeper. It is such a dynamic complexity that it...