Value
"Love me, please love me"
I cry at each passing one.
I've yet found acceptance,
no love has not come.
Like a wretched street peasant,
I'm selling my wares.
My prices are low,
but still noone cares.
Is there nothing of value,
in my arms open wide?
in my mouth that gives honey,
if you climb inside?
Is there nothing to be proud of?
Still, nothing treasured,
after all that's been given
and weighed out and measured?
My crys are but echos
of your cold busy whispers
and I watch them all pass
while I stumble and shiver.
There's nothing of value
I have left in store
for what once was a princess,
has made herself poor.
What was given away
in youths infatuations,
has depleted my stores,
left this sad situation.
Where a lover and giver
is a begger and loser,
and a cold, heartless people
is a champion and user.
I cry at each passing one.
I've yet found acceptance,
no love has not come.
Like a wretched street peasant,
I'm selling my wares.
My prices are low,
but still noone cares.
Is there nothing of value,
in my arms open wide?
in my mouth that gives honey,
if you climb inside?
Is there nothing to be proud of?
Still, nothing treasured,
after all that's been given
and weighed out and measured?
My crys are but echos
of your cold busy whispers
and I watch them all pass
while I stumble and shiver.
There's nothing of value
I have left in store
for what once was a princess,
has made herself poor.
What was given away
in youths infatuations,
has depleted my stores,
left this sad situation.
Where a lover and giver
is a begger and loser,
and a cold, heartless people
is a champion and user.
posted by Coco at 12:36 AM
2 Comments:
Thanks for your comment. I read back through your blog. You are fabulous. I like your quirkiness, the artist in you, the dreamer, the introvert. You so obviously have the white light I talk about.
thanks :) your encouragemnt means a lot. To be referenced with the white light means a lot to me.
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