Love yourself before you love the world.
It's what they taught, and what we've learned,
But what could that possibly mean?
I look in the mirror and all I see is the product of a hard life,
I see haunted eyes that hold demons no person would want to fight,
A hundred beatings, night spent alone in tears, bruises and a battered heart,
But still there is a love so deep and kindness so vast that no one will ever return....
All mirrored In those eyes, in my eyes.
The person you see in the mirror loves the world more than life itself,
From the beauty of the sunrise, to a couple hand-in-hand walking the street, from the last rays of the sun before it sets for another day.
And still they say "love yourself before you love the world."
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A few thoughts
PoetryPoetry is a different kind of story and I'd like to share some of it with anybody who's willing to Listen, Some are sad, some are happy, some are of pain, and some are of love, but none the less I hope you enjoy them.
