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Now you’re my architect Form the foundation Make sure it’s sturdy, its is going to hold everything I feel For you only This is not a small task Your meticulous work will pay off I no I was in dire need of work Plot and tinker Think of me as clay, mold me into what you want me to become Use your exquisite taste and form the outside Is this what you want? You can’t have it It’s not that simple I don’t want to change for you Why should I have to? Can’t you just love me for what I am and what I want to become? Distress and anxiety are two of my best features So you dare not begin to imagine what my worst are I know one thing for sure though, There is not one inch of my body that says to be changed I came with no manual, no instructions Made to have flaws is what we all should say My features, my unique construction is not to be tampered with Take your heartfelt architecture to someone else |
This was cool...in my honest opinion I think that it took talent to write this...I like the imagery in this when you are talking about yourself...well what I took to be you, the words... Distress and anxiety are two of my best features For some reason I just really liked this part...and the way you push them away in the end...good job. Peace love and empathy Jazmine | Posted on 2005-09-16 00:00:00 | by lori_tab | [ Reply to This ] | Yupp I can relate! I had that happen to me once except I gave myself to the person and well...was lost. But now I'm back and we are no longer together. I really liked this poem too! Hope to see more! | ~Krystina~ | Posted on 2005-09-13 00:00:00 | by takenspiritwind | [ Reply to This ] | |