scars and symmetry by Bet YeldemI 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 © 2025 Bet Yeldem
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