Poetry

Anne, 27 december 2011

Skin of a serpent

How can you say that you love me?
When even I can´t love myself.
And how can I find peace in your words,
When all you see is my mask
The heart that beats underneath,
Will never be free.

You can like my act, I admit it´s good
But I can´t tell you to like me.
You may think you have caught me,
And all you are holding is the skin of a serpent.
This scaly body is just another way,
To hide the real me.

Please, I beg you...
Remove this mask of mine
Let my heart free
Dry the tears I have cried long ago,
And maybe, just maybe, I´d let you say:
I love you, and it would be ok.