Images of Emotion
By Shane
I love looking at you, but I can’t bare to see myself Your beautiful sunlight smile, my crooked teeth my ugly self Your gentle lips, my aged withered hands The beauty of your youth, this wrinkled sad old man Your perfect hands you silky skin, My blistered hands my wrinkled skin Your life filled eyes they draw me, my stone dead glare it scares you off So I love you, so you hate me I just want you to know that I exist, and how I feel I clench my fist The hair upon your youth full head is a river of gold, The hair upon my head is lost and dead, I’m old Written April 22nd, 2002 © on Apr 22 2002 04:29 AM PST 10 • 0
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"I love looking at you, but I can’t bare to see myself..."