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Self-Esteem

I do not know you Love But you are always on my mind People say you're hard to find I would love to meet you one day. I thought I knew you Love, Long ago You were tall and handsome Romantic at times You took me out And wined and dined me You were so intelligent. I wanted you to drip onto me Love I wanted to feel you Love I gave you power to take over my mental and physical state I was helpless to you Love But then you told me I was nothing without you And said I would amount to nothing You blackened my eyes You made me cry Why, If this is Love It's not what I expected I allowed you to enter into my body But from my body you were rejected You sat around and watched me bleed, Bleed pain From years spent with you Losing trust, Bleeding tears From fear Of no longer wanting to know Love anymore Not able to endure I escaped From the harsh reality That might have been If I stayed I became depressed And over time The thought ran through my mind That Love no longer existed Until one day I ran into an old friend of mine Who I hadn't seen in a long time She let me in on a little secret That who I thought was Love, Wasn't Floored and stunned, I wondered if this was true She said she knows love And told me I do too “Come with me”, she said “And I'll show you” She said, “Love was around you the whole time, As crazy as that may seem And just in case you forgot, My name is Self-Esteem”. So Self-Esteem and I Went to see love But no one was there All there was Was a mirror and a chair And so I sat down And stared into the mirror And what do you know? Right before me Staring back at me Was a beautiful reflection And so I said to it "Nice to meet you Love".

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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