Just A PictureA Poem by Zahin
Who are you,
And what are you doing here? You might kill me, You might love me, I fear. Do you hate me, Or want me just as much As pigeons crave from humans A sweet, soft touch? Linger on, Through the dark times As I stay put, Sulking to your chimes I don't understand Why you come here When you know That you bring me tears I'm sorry, Did I hurt your feelings, After all you have done, After all of the bleeding? Well, excuse me, This us much less Than everything you gave me, Than all the stress. I can't love you. I don't know you. I won't love you. I won't know you. You're no one, Just a picture That you have drawn To make you look richer You're a fake, a phony You're not what you appear Instead a rock that sees a diamond In some stupid fantasy-mirror And still, you think That I will fall In your selfish, little arms That never held at all. Who are you,
And what are you doing here? You might kill me, You might love me, I fear. © 2015 Zahin |
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