He told me
I was beautiful
O n c e
He told me
I was ugly
Countless times
In every way
His words always sharp
Laughing like a hyena
Circling a wounded prey
His words always cold
Laced with the venom of a snake
Slowly cutting every chord
His words always hollow
Resonating
With an empty soul
Lost in its darkest thoughts
That he had proven right
But then
He would tell me that
I was beautiful
O n c e
Again
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 4:47 AM UTC
He told me
I was beautiful
O n c e
He told me
I was ugly
Countless times
In every way
His words always sharp
Laughing like a hyena
Circling a wounded prey
His words always cold
Laced with the venom of a snake
Slowly cutting every chord
His words always hollow
Resonating
With an empty soul
Lost in its darkest thoughts
That he had proven right
But then
He would tell me that
I was beautiful
O n c e
Again
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