How ugly you are

With a bundle of joy in one hand,

And a new life in the other.

Say something good, or nothing at all,

Read me a tale from your bible.

Meet me at the steps,

Where you'll be glad you met,

The one who will keep you remembered,

The one who will keep you alive.



Close your eyes to sleep for me,

You might think I'm insane.

But why would I take a back seat,

When I can have all the gain with no pain.

Well, for a while.



Wrongly accused of a crime I did

But if the evidence doesn't stack up,

The money I make does,

To tie me down till I need something new.

Or something second hand,

Or something without hands,

The Clock that doesn't tick,

Can't leave me behind.



30 years of life, Spend in my own shadow.

My beauty eclipsed by how ugly I am.

And the mockery I've made of life?

Oh don't mention that. You have no say tonight.

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running_with_rabbits's picture

I don't like how the flow of the poem changes so much, but the story is very interesting

ash


Much Love

Ashley