You came here with your sword,
Ready to cut my head off...
But, all I wanted was for you to truly see me.
See, I was beautiful once.
Then I got raped by the god of the sea,
And thrown aside like a bag of garbage.
I had been incapable of love for a long time,
Hundreds have come and lost.
But, you, oh handsome man!
You were the first to open my eyes.
Oh how I wish you would just look at me,
So I run after you,
Like I did with the others.
But, little did I know,
You would be my greatest weakness.
20/07/2017
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PoetryHighest Rating: #596 in Poetry! Poetry collection of my own poems. Please enjoy! "Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." -Leonardo da Vinci "A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a s...
