How to be A Creep
As thoughts burn in my head.
I wonder what creeps are made up of...
An unnerving pervert whose selfish rants ramble on.
A scourge of all dreams;
Who flourishes from our pain.
A soul whose ugliness builds within the walls of his bleeding heart.
Owner of roving eyes and ambiguous stares.
Nefarious lunatics with scandalous mendacious lips and clenched teeth.
I am still wondering
whether they deserve to be loved...
- ©Ranjeeta N Ghai-RNTalks