Baby,
I can’t tell you what a mess I am;
what a lovely, impossible mess I am,
and yet somehow
you love me
irrespective of myself.
I can’t imagine why
or how
you’d ever want me
the way you do
because I’m like
lipstick on a glass,
and rain on a perfect day,
like that kind of pain
that never fades away
I’m like soap slipping
out of your hands,
like castles in the sand,
I’ll fall apart
with shatters of my heart,
and yet you don’t run away.
And I can’t imagine why,
you claim you don’t even try
to love me
the way you do;
I am blessed to have you
in my life
because in your eyes
I am beautiful
even though I tell you what a mess I am
what a lovely, impossible mess I am.
very nice! :)
ReplyDeletesometimes a lovely mess
ReplyDeleteneeds a kiss and a caress
life is like a game of chess
where the queen will take you to success
sometimes a lovely mess
needs to wear a dress
and go out with someone that'll treat her like a princess :)
This poem would be better if I could give credit to the author lol
ReplyDeleteBhagat Singh
ReplyDeleteTHE Bhagat Singh? I feel honored.
ReplyDeletehaha but thank you Amir :)