Care to have a look at me?
Care to help me breath?
Or do I have to say please?
Don't you want to know?
How far I've gone with this show,
I once called life?
So care to have a look at me?
Care to help me breathe?
Or do I have to kneel?
Do I have to beg?
For one reflection of my silhouetthe,
In your eyes?
You will not look at me.
Even if I stop to breathe.
I can beg, and I can kneel.
But you don’t have a heart for me.
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Life...as Hurtful as it Can Be
PoetryLives hardest situations, with all the sadness that they bring along, said in a language of poems...that's what this collection will be all about. Enjoy, and tell me what you think!
