Paige

by Yanka

July 31, 2020

Roses are red

My eyes are too.

You barely see the tears I cry

And I can't speak my truth

I hide my scars

Or blame then on freak accidents

'You are the definition of beauty

I'm just picking the thorns' he says

'I'm just moulding you into a perfect version of you,

Removing the attitude will do you some good'

Taking away my freedom and making me live with guilt

You made me believe that I deserved to be treated like I'm no good

A beautiful rose, trampled on and covered with blood

A beautiful soul that now believes that pain is love.

That these tears will feed my beauty

And his hand will define my beauty.

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Comments (2)

YankaAug 1, 2020

<p> it’s not  neccessarily that I cannot tell the truth or speak out.</p><p>rather thousands of women go out of their way to feel wanted and desired, </p><p>They go through all sorts of abuse either physical or emotional... </p><p>every woman desires to be loved, some even mistaken love for pain as you mentioned </p><p>This poem is ought to shed a little bit of light to such women </p><p>maybe even me </p>

sun889Aug 1, 2020

<div>Maybe that's a problem ... that you can't tell the truth or speak ...</div><div> What if he didn't say yes you were good?</div><div> Pain is not love and incommunication is not.</div><div>Do not cry, manifest yourself.</div>