This is a poem dedicated for those who feel as though they can't be nice to anyone in fear that their kindness will be abused and taken for weakness. We all been through the feeling of being grumpy and completely selfish because we are too proud to allow anyone to see any signs of weakness. This is My Kind of Kind:
My kindness is a weakness,
If you were to ask me.
Cause my heart is meek
For those who ask
And are eager to seek
Whatever I have to offer
(Even though I can't spare a dollar)
I can afford to forgive.
The cost is cheap;
Chump change if I may say.
Since my heart is so weak,
It can not carry the burden
From the stress a matter can strain.
People should return to Earth -
Down, from their high peaks.
Don't they know strength
Isn't needed to turn the other cheek?
I rather let it all go
Let my kindness be taken for weakness
So my dear heart
Can abandon the load.
That's my kind of kind.
2011
BlaqueMeramaid
*Poem by Lex*
No comments:
Post a Comment