The Appreciation

your voices is melodic,a hand in time disowned and misleading used to lure the unsure to pure heavenly meaning guide me,find me because ive lost my way in this forest of misery sick thoughts are greedy and avaricious crows pecking at my mind,destroying me all of my life my tongue has never truly tasted,my efforts truly wasted trying to find love,and failure,i unruly,cruelly based it on my own so called flaws,cursin my reflection as i faced it id envy others beauty,their perfection evasive to me as i saw them on television,and in school wrapped in perfume and beards the white hot pain despair,i feared would burn me alive.... until u came along and showed me how flowers felt,and why ice cream melts how soft hands were and how hands were dealt u said beauty is only a mold,a mold everyone tries to fit everyone to and if they dont have everything theres one thing they do call you ugly,i cringe at it and despise the word but as u subside my thirst for curse, u gave me other things to feel besides the hurt... oh gosh.. now as i stand here beside your hearse i wanted to say thank you,my lady songbird... i heard your final chirp...