WORDS (I)
The words you said i think about all over They're stuck on replay in my head like a recorder. I wonder what was done to deserve them Their purpose they very well serve them You said i am the ugly in your beautiful Like a beautiful face scarred by a pimple That i am grave mistake of creation And should stay hidden like a hideous creature That I am worthless with no special talent or aim My existence;a betrayal like Judas among the saints That you wish like a stinking corpse i was buried But like the Lord's 2nd Coming i tarry These words stayed planted in my heart as seeds That grew to become entangled weeds Hands and feet tied staggering through life Hoping for that day when underground i'll peacefully lie. Occasionally I am told i do something right Like putting together a piece of puzzling lines Still i see your disdainful look in my mind's eye And i dare not even bother to give another try ©DarkPoet2019