No one loves me
I'm not worth a single drop of blood

It would be wasted
If you spilt it for me

And dry your tears
For I'm the only one that has to cry

This time,
So there's no use shedding them for me

Sometimes, I wish I knew
How to disappear completely

So no one would remember my voice
Have no memories with me

I feel like life
Would merrily move along

If I were just simply
Gone
                     Gone

    Gone.

"You're a mess, creep."*

Is it true?
Have you seen through my facade?
Can you tell I've been lying
And that I'm falling apart?

Some men have a recipe-
It is like a combination
That makes up their ideal
Which says she is gorgeous.
Such things they may itemize;
A face that is angelic,
With eyes that are lustrous          
Full lips of pure seduction,
A voice that is musical,
And hair that falls pleasingly,
It is a child's attitude
That says things make somebody.
I need no such formula
For in you I discovered
A heart that was beautiful;
Which the made me realize
That your face is radiant,
Your eyes are dark mystery,
Your voice is a symphony,
Your hair flows down gracefully,
And your lips are perfection.
I found your heart wonderful
And then I found everything
That a man could desire.

I brought you my words;
I wrote them with love
And drew them in hope,
They sang as in verse.
I felt pride and  fear
As I held them out
In my hands for you.
But you would not look
And would not see them,
You just took a pass
And chose to spurn them.
So,
I let go my words.
They fell like old leaves
To lay in the street
For the wind to take,
And blow to far shores.
But new words came back
From lands strange to me,
And men I knew not.
They gave praise and thanks,
They said that my words
Found homes in their hearts,
Brought light to their dark,
And hope to their night.
I was glad for their words-
I wish they were yours.