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.