The Weed

And old poem/song lyric I've edited a bit.

I kissed a rose, wishing my lips was deep red

Instead they’re pale, with cracks like a dessert

I embrace the silky fabric, wishing my skin was smooth

Instead it’s rough and full of lines like scars

I touch the crystal stone, wishing my eyes was shining

Instead they’re empty and lifeless like the ones of a doll

I want to be flawless like the stars

 

How come I can’t turn this ugly duck into an elegant swan?

Why am I just a rough stone in the shadow of the moonlight?

 

How come I can’t dance gracious like leaves in the wind?

Why am I just a lousy weed in the corner of a staircase?

 

Holding a pink rose in my hand

I realize my lips wont mach this one either

Slowly a crystal tear makes it way down rough skin

And disappear in the corner of dry lips

 

I am a weed

Author's Note

I would say "ignore grammar problems" but if there's some serious errors please point them out. I want to improve my english. I also would like comments and thought on the content.

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

That's gorgeous! The whole idea of something being told from the viewpoint of a weed, and the parallels you can draw from it to human beings--it's genius :) The last line "I am a weed" he (or she) says, and hangs his head in defeat and resignation--you can feel the tears flowing off the pages.

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. oh, this is amazingly exquisite poetry ...
. earnest, heartfelt, poetic, surreal ...

[Kim's Poems]

Wow, so powerful and ever so deep.
I really enjoyed this write.