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You say your ears are big and flappy,

You say your eyes are tired and ringed in black,

You say your mouth is small and your teeth not so white,

You say the lines on your face get deeper every day.



I say your ears are perfect, delicate vessals to carry my hopes and fears,

I say your eyes are beautiful sparkling jewels that see through my every disguise,

I say your lips and teeth are delightfully clever keeping close witty quips,

I say the lines on your face a life well led exquisitely define.



You cry because your breasts droop and sag,

You hate the dimples on your ass and thighs,

You lament over blemish and stretch marks,

You bemoan the width and fleshiness of your arms,



I adore your breasts, my dear, they are the safe and gentle place where I may rest,

I am fascinated with your dimples, my darling, they are the effects of life’s ripples,

I admire your marks, my heart, for they are the evidence of every battle you’ve won against the dark,

I am bound to your arms, my delight, for they are my comfort after so many harms.



You say disgusting, I say desirable,

You say past its prime, I say juicy and ripened,

You say damaged, I say finely weathred,

You say unloveable, I say I love you.



For no matter the wrappings,

For no matter the package,

For no matter the bents,

For no matter the rust,



You are my beauty,

You are my sunrise,

You are my hope,

You are my loving salvation.



Open your eyes,

Don’t be afraid,

Open your eyes,

See what I see.



See the wise, kind eyes,

See the full rounded figure,

See the lovely lived in skin,

See the woman, that it’s hell, to live without.



By, CaCee Walsh

Copyright © November 2010, all rights reserved.

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Vampirewitch39
03:14 Nov 30 2010

*claps* LOVE IT. :)

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ImageMaker
03:32 Nov 30 2010

Thank you *bows*

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LordWolf
04:03 Nov 30 2010

sweet and beautiful

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Help a raver out and check out my latest poem...



Only To You by CaCee Walsh

Well I posted this on my hubpage but it got flagged for language... oops and stuff, so I'll post it here. Let me know what you think.



Hate You

Today I saw your picture,

Nausea blew me away,

Disgust fouled my soul.

How much I hated you,

I honestly didn’t know.



Maybe we were both just babies,

But you already knew,

You fed me to the monster,

And you already knew,

God help me… no, God help you,

How much I hate you, I never really knew.



Evil little monster you always were,

Masquerading as a scared little girl,

So frighten, so beaten, so deceiving.



I don’t care if he ate you too,

You fed me to the monster,

And you fucking knew.



Boys like minions,

Children like toys,

Your wicked little play,

We were all in it, your dirty little strumpets,

Your very own fucked up little puppets.



A child, hell no,

A demon, hell yes,

No shame, no regret

No desire to repent,



Nothing but a thief

That’s all you were.



My innocence you stole,

Served it up on a platter,

He swallowed it whole,

Playing silently in the bloody splatter.



I don’t care if you were first,

Just makes it worse,

You fed me to the monster,

So you and I would be the same.



So little monsters we became,

Dark, twisted and full of shame.



Your own little doll,

That’s who I was,

You never let me run;

Never let me forget…

For you it was all fun.



In my pain you reveled,

In my shame you played,

Always your obedient slave,

Locked away in the monster’s cave.



Because you knew,

Because the monster ate me and you knew.



So I saw your picture today,

How much I’ve hated you…

I swear… I never really knew,

I’m sure you hated me too,

Fuck, probably still do.



I suppose it’s not all bad,

There was some good to be had.



You gave me rage,

You gave me fire,

You gave dark and twisted desire,

You gave me strength,

You made me a survivor…

But unlike you I was never… his gun for hire.



“…promise, you can never break a promise.”

“We can’t tell.”



Don’t worry, I promise…

I promise, I won’t ever thank you,

I’ll probably always just hate you.



“Shhh, Shhh, you can’t tell!”

“Please promise you won’t tell.”



Fuck you, I already told,

Just wish I hadn’t waited until I was old.



By, CaCee Walsh

Copyright ©2008, all rights reserved.

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PAGAN
14:54 Nov 06 2010

real good, loved it ;)

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Vampirewitch39
19:17 Nov 08 2010

Reading it you almost can pen down what happen...but then that might just been my own monster of childhood.



Love it.

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Alastriona
22:03 Nov 08 2010

Very well done. I'm told the mark of a talented artist is to evoke emotion. I felt rage and tears from this poem.

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moonkissed
17:37 Nov 11 2010

That really did come from a dark place didn't it?

To me it convey's your anger and betrayal. It is very raw and natural, pure art in it's purest form.



*I always love the broken tree branch so much better than the cut one.

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Starrbright
01:18 Nov 20 2010

Such memories that we all go through in our lifes

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I posted a couple more poems on my hubpages account. Feel free to check it out if you like.



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