Transparent Looking Prt. 2

I can't remember

If I am Beautiful

Or not.

I think someone told me once

in a time long since passed

I can't remember if I am Beautiful 

Or not.

Beautiful.

An old fashioned melody

long been recorded over with lust

So, I can't remember

Or I'm not sure

 

I don't think of beauty anymore

I fear for the stares

The eyes that follow me

in all that is my flesh

And I fear, more

So, I cake myself with the earth

To hide my scent

Hide it all.

And like the earth

let my beauty that lies, go unappreciated

Letting the eyes miss me

I am here.

 

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