Not What I Expected
He doesn't call me beautifulAny more.
Since the day I cut my locks,
I lost
What I was looking for.
To trade my pride
For solice
So a child would know
I cared.
T'was all I had
To offer,
Left my own,
My soul to bear.
Days
Cannot replace
Years lost
To what
I thought
Was mine
But wasn't.
Wishes cannot reach
Through clouded hearts
Veiled through
Blinded eyes
Who see
Only deficits
And lies.
Growing back
Is a painful process.
Once pruned, the bush
Recedes, expecting torment.
Lost, I wonder
Where this road
Has gone.
Beneath the struggle
Lies a pond
Where I see
A face
I don't recognize.
Eyes cloesd,
I remember
Feeble slumber
Cocooned in
An evening
Of restlessness.
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