Through poetry, I laugh,cry,smile and sometimes move.I cherish each poem because it represents some part of me. When I'm gone,I believe a part of me will still live.
Monday, July 22, 2013
Love Me.
I am victim of my sins, an echo of my dreams.
But again, I am what I am.
If you choose the path to love me, don’t try to save me.
Embrace me, own me but do not judge me.
I am the light, but sometimes the darkness.
When the darkness falls, kindly light my candle.
I am a product of my games, a disappointment to my beliefs.
Do not force me to believe, I will be too ashamed to live.
I am the beginning of my fate, the author of my end.
I see my end before my start.
But again, I am what I am.
Please love me.
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