What do you see,
when you see me?

Do you see my scars,
and the beauty beneath?

What do you hear,
when you hear me?

Do you hear my tremble,
and the strength underlying?

What do you think,
when you think of me?

Do you think of my body,
and the mind that is inside?

What do you feel,
when you feel me?

Do you feel the softness of my skin,
and the dry scratchy patches?

What do you notice,
when you notice me?

Do you notice my blue eyes,
and the emotions contained?

What do you want,
when you want me?

Do you want me,
and all that's in between those two sweet letters?

-Watermelonstaindlips