Post by mauvais on Mar 1, 2007 18:59:14 GMT -5
Unadorned by her laughing eyes
And fake expressions
Expressions from a storybook
Stare back at her from the mirror
What do they see that I don’t
Or I do that they don’t
Across the room are his crooked teeth
And nose of clay… and eyes
The fire behind his imperfection
Makes the imperfection feel so right
What is it, why don’t you stare
A quick glimpse and I’ll stop looking
But let my eyes look into yours
Have the secrets of yours
For a moment long enough
A moment long enough
The future is a picture framed
By gilded wood that smells like cherries
I could have sung, I could have showed
To him that I am pretty
I stopped writing after that. I feared too much discovery of things in myself that I don't like admitting.
And fake expressions
Expressions from a storybook
Stare back at her from the mirror
What do they see that I don’t
Or I do that they don’t
Across the room are his crooked teeth
And nose of clay… and eyes
The fire behind his imperfection
Makes the imperfection feel so right
What is it, why don’t you stare
A quick glimpse and I’ll stop looking
But let my eyes look into yours
Have the secrets of yours
For a moment long enough
A moment long enough
The future is a picture framed
By gilded wood that smells like cherries
I could have sung, I could have showed
To him that I am pretty
I stopped writing after that. I feared too much discovery of things in myself that I don't like admitting.
