Tuesday, November 22, 2011

The Mess I Am

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.

5 comments:

  1. sometimes a lovely mess
    needs 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 :)

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  2. This poem would be better if I could give credit to the author lol

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  3. THE Bhagat Singh? I feel honored.

    haha but thank you Amir :)

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