You tell me I am not good enough
A little too round for your liking.
Can't you see my beauty in the curves that grace my body?
I am wonderful to look at and I flaunt it.
You won't see me skinny and bonny.

You say I am too emotional,
Always bickering about the little things.
Its the small things that grace our lives
With pleasure and pain.
Do you notice that I did my eyebrows for you?
So you can see my expressive eyes?
I carry the pain of the world
In my loving heart and sorrowful eyes.

Don't try to change me.
I am everything I need to be.
Proud and humble as a dove,
Perched at the peak of life.
I am who I was meant to be.
A gracious woman.

I don't remember leaving my story.
I woke up and I was a part of yours.
I thought we could share space,
Co exist in love and harmony.
For a while you smiled,
The pied piper smile that led me by string into your life.
I was happy and carefree.
Throwing away my worries and pain.
Somehow I gave up pieces of me,
So you and I could fit better together.
I lie around waiting for a hug,
It's the only way I come alive.
Even though you wrote me out,
I keep waiting here for you,
To remind me what it's like,
To live, love and smile.
Sometimes you come alive for me.

I'm a relic of the past..
Something that time should of wiped away while passing through, and yet choosed to drop here. A place where i don't belong.

I was never meant for this world. A place where concepts such as compassion, sympathy or love have almost become exctinct from the people's minds a long time ago.

I should of have been born when wars where fought hand to hand. Clothes where made only by silk.
And wise men were tutoring right before your own eyes.

Purpose is what gives me hope. Helps me breath at nights.
Dreaming is my escape from this misery. Making me feel whole when everything else feels hollow. Guilt is my motivation when there's nothing more to fight for. Pushing me to fix everything again.

And sorrow is my only companion. Never to leave my side. And what a strange companion it is. She has no tongue or language to use, yet constantly whispers in my ear. Often using my own voice.
No arms. Yet i feel her grip all around my chest, sometimes even within my soul. Strong as ever. She screams when i'm asleep. And whispers when i'm awake.

She's my one and true friend. Never to leave my side until this journey ends. And time himself takes pity on me..

He walked away from me,
Right there at the altar.
Had his eyes glued to someone else.
It broke my heart, broke my soul.
I was lost in time unknown.

She was pretty and petite,
Seemed to have it all.
Why did she need you too?
A mere trophy to show off.

Wish I could beg you to come back
Hold me one more time.
Somehow i still need you.
Even as i lie here broken.

I wanted to share your
Venom tonight.
Your hot,
Wet
Breath that
Tastes like whiskey and
Cigarettes.

I wanted to and
We almost did.