~BOTOX FOR THE SOUL~ Im an old soul whos All wrinkled and crinkled Ironing out my issues was a hassle I just couldnt straighten out the battle cries Curved within my spirit like laugh lines I thought poetry would provide the surgery That I needed to remove all of the malignant memories I became so angry That self-hate feasted away Leaving me parched and famished I realized that misery loves to play So I became discouraged and the frown became permanent My roots... They wore a scowl That masked itself as a smile But people could see right through those dimples My core was pouting, because hating me was always so simple God can be so difficult I prayed for him to smooth out this deep furrow Over and over again I didnt want pain to age my heart I didnt want pain to creep through my facial skin I couldnt let agony leave another mark I couldnt let tragedy win I begged to be injected with that paralyzing medicine To remove this shriveled up sorrow Again and again Id ask God If not today Than maybe Botox for my soul... Tomorrow
Posted on: Thu, 17 Apr 2014 00:45:33 +0000
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