Why is it we make ourselves available to the very ones who never have time for us?
No one wants to argue and fuss?
Feeling the need for anything, just something we can say we have, or whatever it is.
Often, we persist in this.
If we only could see from another perspective, we would be embarrassed by how we look,
Deserving so much more than the bait dangling off a hook.
We scrounge for scraps like a homeless dog that is starving.
This will leave inside us, constant scaring.
Strive to love yourself as if you are number one
If you don’t, then neither will anyone.
The moral of this poem is simply this…
Love and treat yourself better than you “is”.
- Bridges Aren’t Meant To Be Burned/Poem by MwsR
- Famous Poem~ William Shakespeare
- Poem(written to the father I never got to know)
- Your Own, by MwsR