What a Foreign Concept
He says
That I'm ok,
Beautiful even,
What a foreign concept.
He says
That I'm ok,
Lovable even,
What a foreign concept.
He says
The bad stuff's ok:
The shame,
The guilt,
The anger,
The tears
Are all ok
And I'm ok
What a truly foreign concept.
He says
The good stuff's ok:
The pride,
The strength,
The confidence,
The self-love
Are all ok
And I'm ok
What a crazy foreign concept.
But crazier still - they aren't empty words
He doesn't just say them but shows them too.
What I think is ok.
What I say is ok.
What I do is ok.
What I am is ok.
What a messed up, fucked up, crazy ass foreign concept;
But a fine one.
<Deleted User> (9882)
Thu 11th Sep 2014 23:37
this poem does what a windy day does to my socks-
do I need to tell you? ;0) x