(A prose)
You can't love me because I don't look like her?
Because I don't have what she has?
But without all these skin and flesh, I look exactly like her.
We all do.
The sad thing is, you look for perfect chiseled jaws,
Flat stomachs,
Perfect hair,
Plump red lips,
Perfect structure of a girl,
That we forget to look pass through it all and realize we are all the same behind this mask.
So tell me, if we were all just skeletons walking,
And I showed you the same love that I am now,
Do you think you'd love me too somehow?
YOU ARE READING
Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
