Dreaming Is Believing(Poems,Book 2)

Drop your swords and hate.

Drop your swords and your hate,

I don't get what is wrong with the beauty in your eyes when you look towards me,

You see it as a crime for not being this certain way as you,

Why do you feel this way?

Why do you feel like you have to push me down for you to feel beautful?

I get that you wear the clothes I can't afford, but who made you for you to judge?

I have nothing to give, but somehow it feels as if you have something to lose.

Drop your swords and your hate,

There's no need for you to think that beauty is what you think.

We were all made for someththing and as I look at you, 

I don't understand why someone would make you who you are on how you act,

I couldn't break you down as I stared at you, 

But I did break you down when you started to bring yourself to me,

When you first started to put your swords up along with your hate,

But somehow you think,

As if I'm the answers to your problems,

But the thing is when you're finished with me, 

You'll see that you're the one who has the answers.

So drop your swords and hate,

But drop me to the ground, So I can see if I can help,

But please don't fuck around and be gaurded,

Let me help you understand what beauty is.

So drop what you have and let me come through.