Sunday, June 04, 2006

your body's a false advertisement.

A skin that tight
Wound up
Covering all your worst intentions
All your secret heart ways.

A washed surface
Only takes care of what your onlookers can see
So cover that heart
So no one will ever see through to it.

A bedroom with closed curtains.
A shiny car with no engine.
A window display with an empty showroom.
Kind eyes with nothing to show for.