At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
submerging in a pool of uncontrollable emotions.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Penned down emotions @ 5:25 PM

Who can? Who would?

These stony and emotionless eyes
Dried up tears and harden cries
Who would dare to look at me
to speak.. just normally?

A crooked nose formed on my face
In people's minds, an image hard to erase
Who could stand seeing a witch's nose?
Only of my kind, one classified as weirdos

Icy lips covered the red
Blue and mesmerizing but a complete airhead
Who could resist the temptation I release?
Who would talk with me no matter how much I plead?

Frigidness and frostiness painted over my skin
Have not any friends or a single kin
No different from a white wall
Who would come close to me at all?

A deadly heart, already frozen
Those who curse me, on them the curse is befallen
Who'd accept one who'll bawl?
Who'd choose me amongst all?

Disheartened and drained
Enraged and disdained
Who'd love me and my repulsiveness?
I'm just a repellant to all living creatures

My skin, face, eyes, lips and nose
Who can see through all of those?
To see my compiled sorrows
of which this route I never chose?

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