M.R
takes friendship out of
depth and comfort zones for me
washed up beauty queen
no make up on
sitting across from me
doing make up work
neither of us thinking
She's ugly
both of us paranoid
that the other is
She's ugly...
She's Beautiful
Once... There was a queendom called Eden.. And then it birthed the world.
M.R
takes friendship out of
depth and comfort zones for me
washed up beauty queen
no make up on
sitting across from me
doing make up work
neither of us thinking
She's ugly
both of us paranoid
that the other is
She's ugly...
She's Beautiful
Hands calloused,
holding on to the things
you have done and said..
reaching for the people
you have loved(and lost)...
is hard work
face softened by the things
that she has denied seeing,
there is a thin line between baby faced
and brashly polished...
gleaming nevertheless
no one hesitates to kiss her face
thinking as they may
that there is nothing
but the beauty of
a woman with
untransferable history
to fear there
be that as it may...
but there will always be the question of
who will hold
those hands of hers
She's ugly