*electrica*
12-25-2005, 04:27 AM
Blood
Crooked, yellowed
Baby teeth,
A smile untamed.
Generous flesh
Masking
This tiny frame.
Blue-gray eyes,
Unfocused.
I am plain.
The blood, the blood,
The blood,
It's all to blame.
If I purge it,
Empty,
Hollow my veins
I would be clean
And small
And without shame.
Despite My Intelligence
I'm sorry I'm not pretty enough for you.
Despite my intelligence I can't understand
How I manage to love someone
Who can make me feel so ugly,
So worthless and unwanted.
I'll have you know that I'm equally as gorgeous
As Molly Parker or my roommate.
I refuse to be made ugly and unwanted.
(But I have little resolve.)
I am beauty.
I'm sorry I'm not pretty enough for you.
I asked you to tell me how pretty I am.
(Despite my intelligence I need to hear it.)
I was nearly crying.
I was crying out loudly to you.
You looked me so gently in the eye,
And held my cheeks as you kissed my forehead.
You were thinking it, I know.
You looked so sad for the things you can't say.
I am beauty.
I am beauty.
I am beauty.
(I have to remind myself.)
I'm sorry I'm not pretty enough for you.
That part of me you believe is lazy
Simply ran out of paint and can't afford more.
That waste of a girl who can't work
Pushes on through years of insanities and failures.
That silly little thing that loves you
(Despite her intelligence and all the bad things you can be),
The woman who sees clearly the beauty you hide,
Is equally beautiful as you.
I am beauty.
(Still, I'm sorry I'm not pretty enough for you.)
Crooked, yellowed
Baby teeth,
A smile untamed.
Generous flesh
Masking
This tiny frame.
Blue-gray eyes,
Unfocused.
I am plain.
The blood, the blood,
The blood,
It's all to blame.
If I purge it,
Empty,
Hollow my veins
I would be clean
And small
And without shame.
Despite My Intelligence
I'm sorry I'm not pretty enough for you.
Despite my intelligence I can't understand
How I manage to love someone
Who can make me feel so ugly,
So worthless and unwanted.
I'll have you know that I'm equally as gorgeous
As Molly Parker or my roommate.
I refuse to be made ugly and unwanted.
(But I have little resolve.)
I am beauty.
I'm sorry I'm not pretty enough for you.
I asked you to tell me how pretty I am.
(Despite my intelligence I need to hear it.)
I was nearly crying.
I was crying out loudly to you.
You looked me so gently in the eye,
And held my cheeks as you kissed my forehead.
You were thinking it, I know.
You looked so sad for the things you can't say.
I am beauty.
I am beauty.
I am beauty.
(I have to remind myself.)
I'm sorry I'm not pretty enough for you.
That part of me you believe is lazy
Simply ran out of paint and can't afford more.
That waste of a girl who can't work
Pushes on through years of insanities and failures.
That silly little thing that loves you
(Despite her intelligence and all the bad things you can be),
The woman who sees clearly the beauty you hide,
Is equally beautiful as you.
I am beauty.
(Still, I'm sorry I'm not pretty enough for you.)