Putting Shame Down

 

Putting Shame Down

-Miss_A

 

You won’t be able to judge it, but now you could see it well

To put down your sense of shame to be in the eyes of someone

Once you push yourself through that boundary,

Then I will ask “Is there anything else you’re afraid of?”

Staying not interdentally, like being stitched to a place

And can’t do anything, can neither leave, nor stay

Can you even imagine what my words mean for you to me?

When I say: “Who can love you like me?”

Whether you stay or leave, that’s all yours to believe

But I can’t move apart from this fate of crime on me

This clock that I put on keeps me stitched to the same place

Making a puppetry of myself, being swung around

Can’t you see how put the veil of venerate is in put down

Maybe that’s a mistake, falling from the regal to the bare

To sip any amount of potions of the poisons for one moment

And seeing your portrait, spitting at your state

But it’s already done, putting the shame down

And now I’m already into a different league of let down

Can’t you say it a bit louder, answer your words sincerely

When I ask: “Who will care for you like me?”

But then you would never understand any word of this

You are busy living your life, and I’m mad hatter

To fall for your loving yourself so proudly, laid down again

Whimsical you are, and I find happiness in yours

Honestly, I won’t feel apologetic replying to the portrait

“Indeed, I got no shame.”

You won’t ever know how dangerous these nightmares became

Never ever would you understand, what it is like in here

Living all the pain and cursing back, only to yourself

Thought your everything as if it’s all a part of my own

So for once could you understand this?

When I say: “Who can beg for you like me?”

Shame down; so much I let down it can’t cover up, ever...

 

(I don’t know what to write anymore... geez!!!)

 

 

 

 

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