I could be just another faceless notch in your belt

A glowing entry in that modern little black book

A plastic girl of empty thoughts and full red lips

Instead I am hiding inside of your secret places

The good girl and the dream that you fear most



For every scar I carry, I engrave an equal mark

One with your name bearing witness to this pain

I need the balance, the new crucifixion of sacrifice



I could be like the girls you fuck lacking in integrity

The emergent breed of freedom feminism gone awry

Just to know the taste of you in a moment of weakness

To leave you shuddering from a pure and honest touch

Instead I seek the boy who would become the man

The embodiment of the quiet dream I fear the most

09/04/2006

Posted on 09/04/2006
Copyright © 2024 Bet Yeldem