A Different Kind of Beautiful
There's a ruined place that I call home.
Unbalanced colors of depressed portraits hang uneven. Is this where I
belong?......and now, I have wings in this oh so desolate sky with no escape. I
bare my heart for the world to see for I am not ashamed to be myself, even in this
ruined place that I call home. I welcome you with open arms. My mirrors speak to
me in unison.....how does it feel to be a different kind of beautiful? I see paradise
within these walls that you find disaster......and I cry. You don't see what this does
to me, it becomes harder to break these words away from my emotions. For an
empty verse defeats the purpose of being me. You read this chapter not knowing
that with each word, you take a step higher upon my tree of velvet leaves. Can you
feel it? Its a different kind of beautiful. The kind that takes you miles away from
unhappiness. For me, this is the way its suppose to be. Where I belong,
somewhere on a black and white street walking in the rain with my head
down.....I'm ok but u don't know that. You think I'm sad not seeing that these black
and white streets put me at ease, like closing my eyes and hearing music in the
sunrise and that the rain brings me a sense of comfort. If only everything were
that simple. For you, a vision put before you is all you see, I like the way the water
looks when the sky swims through it, can u see it? Its a different kind of...........
Copyright © Benjamin Burden | Year Posted 2007
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