by His Lady

Created on: September 26, 2008

Images..

Images change according to the light
all colors appear dimmer in the night...

I look at you, and see what you want me to see
you look at me and never really see me...

I am more than my brown eyes
more than the immaculate treasure between my thighs

You see what's on the outside, I am translating with a pen
the heart of the matter comes from within...

The expression of love, oneself, and more
you tell me you love me, and I feel adored...

How could you want someone that you can't see?
images are blocked by the thought of who you want me to be..

I can't change my colors for you to accept the person that I am
my person is special, treasured, unique, I am what I am...

Treasured people are awaiting beyond the surface of all this madness
as time goes by we often find distant sadness.

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