Despite what you may think of me;
That I am cold, that I am cruel.
Despite the things you think you see,
It's you, not I, who is the fool.
For you are blind and you are weak,
So self obsessed with no esteem.
What is it - truly - that you seek?
Why can't you dare to dream?
I wish you would. Then you might find
That what you dream's no dream at all,
That if you'd stop and just unwind
You'd see you do not need your wall
And that you'll always have a place
Within my heart forevermore.
You may not see it in my face,
But it is here - behind this door...
Author notes
Written June 6 '09
Comments
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This is written with aggression and then it seems to turn to love. You tell him or her that they have nothing, but then they could dream. You stripped the person of self-worth, then you told them they could change. That's my take on the poem.
Well done,
TQOP
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I loved it! Very well written
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Oh splendid. So sweet and beautiful. Extremely well penned.
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