MACHINEGUN POETRY: The thing about 4-lettered words
My mind fails to process that skin is already covering my beautiful skull
And I don't know this but they know I shouldn't be shy when I'm naked
Nails in my pulse
The scratches in my breasts
They can't see these that's why they don't understand
Even I don't know why
I'm complicated
And I know this
I've told everyone...
But I'm not someone who knows everything
(In contrary to what they see)
Tears...
Tears...
I'm crying
And then a whisper
"You're Beautiful"
Am I?
grasseseatcows
12/23/2004 07:01:00 PM