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Oct 2016
I could write about how the stars would align or be put to shame whenever you smile with your eyes but that would be lying and clichΓ©,
the truth is,I see you just as the same as everyone else,bones and delicate flesh in the shape of what I could perceive
you are as lost and as scarred as everyone else,forever hurting, growing and healing
to romanticize your pain and glorify your flaws would be a sin
but yet again, I am a novel of sins and unspeakable things;I am my mother's disappointment and my father's mistake
I am my brother's curse,I am my sister's cruel fate
I am everything that is to be cursed and loathed and I could care less about being convicted
And I would shamelessly plead guilty as she turns you into yet another sob story, another prose piece
Or not
this is a rlly sucky one idk huhu just late night thoughts
marianne
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marianne  21/F/Philippines
(21/F/Philippines)   
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   Doug Potter
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