Beyond The Scenes; Poems

Looks

This thick feeling
One again
I know my limits
Is what i Say to myself

Do you like me?
My thin waist?
My long hair?
The shape of my eyes?

Years we know each other
Tho we really didn't talk much
But we eventually did
Was it the right thing to do?

People told "you liked me"
You just like my body
You just like the way I look
People seem to be wrong these days

Your just obsessed with my looks
The ways I let you see my legs when I wear skirts
The way you give me your jacket when I am cold
You just like seeing me

Gotta let my body show you
What my lips wanna say
Just shut up and watch
Gotta blow your mind

My body's giving you motivating
Maybe my touch is on your mind
You don't have to say nothing
Wanna feel my touch

But it's true
Your just attracted to the way I look
It was my mistake
To start thinking "what if"

It's my problem that started to enjoy it
Enjoy way to much your eyes on me
Tho your girlfriend was at your side
Your eyes where on me

I don't have nothing to get over with
Get over the picture in my mind
Of me stradling you, kissing you
Your hands on my hips, lips on lips

But I know where to stop my imagination
I started to feel attached
to the way you are
But you just for my looks

They tell me "thin lips, long hair, cute little Asian type eyes, not very tall, thin waist"
That's he's type of perfect girl

But I'm not perfect
You call me gorgeous
You tell I'm beautifull
That I'm important

But, am I?
You are just seeing my outside
You just see what you want to see
Erasing my mistakes of your mind

You've created this aura around me
This aura of perfection
But I'm not and I don't want to be
This glowyness that I seem to have

But I'm more that just my looks
I'm more that I seem to be
More than a pretty face
Or a free spirit

I want you to see it
See my all
The all of me
The real me

The one without a mask
The one that would talk about her feelings
Or just about how shitty was my day
The one that can hear you and wants to be listened to

Are you willing?
Willing to put aside this image that you have of me
To get to know the real me

Are you willing to see past my looks
To look at my emotions
Are you willing to understand my art
Are you willing to hear my music

Are you?
Do you want?
To see past my looks