Poetry Blogs (dirt)
Hate to be the monster they see
when they look at me through my eyes
and hate to be the daughter
that they disgrace with heart.
Because, I am nothing but a mistake,
I am as worthless as the dirt we walk on,
and I am as imperfect as anyone can be.
But, as for my sister she is like a princess
in my parents giving eyes.
She's everything that I am not.
She's there perfect little angel
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 2:24 am
Diamonds & Dirt
Diamonds may be a girl’s best friend
But at the cost my dear, at the cost
Of never boring them, you are their
Entertainment, they are your love.
Diamonds if they could talk would tell
A causatory tale of distance and dirt
You, a perfect diamond, a pure light
In the compressed dirt of their lives.
Diamonds reflect the compression
Which is the brevity of our lives
Sunday 30th March 2014 4:24 pm