Don't form an opinion, based on someone else's perception

Im not the kind of girl you call beautiful
for a return ticket, a quick visit,
into my most sacred parts.
I am the kind of girl you call exquisite,
as i show you how to master such
carefully created works of art.

Your mother
Twinkles in the pupils of your eyes
your father resonates
in the rivers that they cry.

What is love to you?
Love has been my death
© SilentCry

I’m sitting here
Watching the droplets
Of water fall from
The kitchen sink’s faucet
Dripping and dripping
In perfect beads of liquid
© SilentCry

When I write my poetry
I curl up on the couch
With a cup of hot coffee
And my computer
Upon my lap
© SilentCry