Un-beautiful Shower the impurities away Wash away the dirt and slime Kill the senses with boiling water Until I feel nothing There is nothing but you. No pretty words to describe The way you are under my skin Following my shadow You name imbedded deeply in my brain When I forget all words- it’s you I’ll remember Holding me under water with one of your smiles I’d break free If it wasn’t for a lack of words to describe Perfection I see in your eyes If only you’d let me look Alive But only just Holding on by a thread Swinging from a tree Too beautiful to break me Instead smothered by the silence Filled as you pour it into me Like the water running down my face Trying to wash my sins away Turning to salty tears That tell me the pain will always stay. Sadly this unsuccessful love poem is for you Can’t even make the lines rhyme to express something too real Too real for lines And syllabuls And rhyme or rhythm Too real to pretend it’s anything but pain And beauty. I’d write it on the pure black sky The one closing slowly in on both of us If I could make these feelings beautiful maybe there would be hope Write them in stardust so they’re real And forever Just like nothing else. But only pen and paper I possess So I’ll wash away the pain and shame of you not knowing who I am I’ll whisper silently spoken words instead And hope they mean something to you. Although they could never be beautiful.