She's in the bathroom
She's at the window
To you, shes more like Jane Doe
To her, a goddess unknown
She's in the dressing room
She's in the lake
To you, she is a mistake
To her, the thoughts full of gloom -
Are just false facts assumed
Ripples are your greatest effect
Shatters are your strength
However
Hiding the shame
Only increases the pain
Your desire to keep inside...
The despise
Only eats you alive
Cutting your own pieces
Like offering the lions breakfast
But to her
The pageant winner
Creator of the 6th sinner
The smile you call your disguise?
They say "REAL" beauty does tell lies.
So then it must be true
That
Beauty is in you.
Listen to her.
For love does not tell lies either.
YOU ARE READING
Perspective
PoetryWritten a very long time ago. Will only make sense if taken with a "female lovers" approach.