You call me beautiful
But that's just a play on words that means
"You could be better"
And I swallow my tongue,
holding back the stream of melancholy words
that only a whore can speak.
But I understand;
I've got the kind of baggage
that even Louis Vuitton couldn't put a tag on,
And I was only ever the hands on a clock
that you use to pass the time,
But my heart wouldn't reason with my mind
So I'm stuck hoping it meant more.
I wish I could take my eyes out of my head
and replace them with fresh versions,
Ones that haven't seen tales
of heartbreak and misery;
Cause I've got more yesterday than anyone I know
And I'm just looking for a tomorrow.
Feeling was a cost I never should have paid,
Cause now you're gone, there's nowhere left to hide
And my skin is all I have keeping me in.
Author notes
Meh. I hate it. Always do.
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I am not sure what to say about this poem, I simply loved it
Love D.L.
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"And I swallow my tongue,
holding back the stream of melancholy words
that only a whore can speak."
"Cause I've got more yesterday than anyone I know
And I'm just looking for a tomorrow."
Every poem that you write burns through me.
I had such a hard time picking my favorite lines.
They're all flawless.
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