?Ying and Yang?
I only want fake conversations
In soft torencial rain
That runs the black eye liner
and rainbow mascara
of every bathing beauty.
I want a calm tsunami
to brush past my skin
and exfoliate every last fiber
so that when I come out on the other side...
I can be pretty too.
I want warm snowflakes
to kiss my nose and eye lashes
as you stare through my mirrored reflection
into the hidden stock room of my soul.
Yet, I hate wanting, to want you.
To say what you already see and hear
in my fake smiles and laughs,
We both know it, but won't say it.
The key I hold to my stock room
Fits another lock.
Does yours?
In soft torencial rain
That runs the black eye liner
and rainbow mascara
of every bathing beauty.
I want a calm tsunami
to brush past my skin
and exfoliate every last fiber
so that when I come out on the other side...
I can be pretty too.
I want warm snowflakes
to kiss my nose and eye lashes
as you stare through my mirrored reflection
into the hidden stock room of my soul.
Yet, I hate wanting, to want you.
To say what you already see and hear
in my fake smiles and laughs,
We both know it, but won't say it.
The key I hold to my stock room
Fits another lock.
Does yours?