His View

27 11 2014

stranger stranger on the street
what do you see in me
when we meet

dirty, stinking, stupid whore
you have no value
ask me no more

mirror mirror on the wall
what do I see in me
reflect it all

old, wrinkled broken thing
where is my worth
I am crying

Master Master here at your feet
what do you see in me
what standard do I meet

girl my girl give here at my side
your soul you have bared
your trust is mine

all that is you has been given to Me
all the beauty that is you
That is what I see




2 responses

27 11 2014
Geo Sans

your view
continuously growing
in only
judging oneself
by one’s own standards
of excellence

27 11 2014

nicely spoken
This particular one came to me as I was driving to work this morning.

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