Maybe you're nervous, I see that bead of sweat
dancing on down your cheek.
Your words are like cheap champagne
I'd get the point, but it's much too sweet...
I'm so tired of the dance,
this carousel of superficial conversation
It gets me nowhere...
I'm so tired of the fear that
weighs us down with wrong assumptions,
of broken hearts and natural function.
Deeper than the image that you see,
lift the veil and let your true self breathe,
and show the world the beauty underneath.
See my bra underneath my shirt
watch the wind underneath my skirt.
See my eyes; don't see what I see!
Touch my tongue; don't know what tastes good to me!
But that isn't the picture,
this is all just a part.





 
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