UNTATTERED
I got art on my mind, You got ink on your soul.
Your natural Beauty breaks every mold.
Where some men are pirates, punk rock hipster gangsta "G's"
I dabbled in a few of them but never found my theme.
Id gaze upon an image and staring through the glass.
I wondered what you covered up, little lies, a hidden past.
The things we tell each other, the things we tell ourselves
I dream of finding comfort, not our private little hell.
I've yet to know the wonder, only shattered tales lay waste
Betrayed by all the stories of loves grandiose displays.
The simpler hope in what I dream,
Beauty richer than I know
Found within a solitary dance,an outcome; a distant glow.
For what I long is but a fairy tale, far too old and slightly true,
I smile a painful smile as I glance upon a reoccurring truth,
How well do you know yourself? Are you hiding like the rest?
Do you bring about desire to enhance your pretty self?
No need to speak through words it's apparent just by sight.
Your badges are decreed to a lifetime of shared delight.
Instantly you soar to highs, glory you've yet to know existed
Additions are made, again and again, do you finally grow suspicious?
upon a doorway to my delight, I'm questioning who you are?
I have to know the depths I needn't take on another scar.
Without a word I see you're tagged with stories for you to tell.
None of which paint me a picture that you know yourself too well.
You became a mantle for the wall, a
hanging picture to behold
It's all a bit suspicious, have you found a sense of it at all?
You'll drag me to the dirt, craving attention far too great.
And knowing I'm not going down that path, I simply cannot tolerate.
Closing off completely or just a calm before I blink,
For somewhere there's a longing soul untattered by the ink.
Your natural Beauty breaks every mold.
Where some men are pirates, punk rock hipster gangsta "G's"
I dabbled in a few of them but never found my theme.
Id gaze upon an image and staring through the glass.
I wondered what you covered up, little lies, a hidden past.
The things we tell each other, the things we tell ourselves
I dream of finding comfort, not our private little hell.
I've yet to know the wonder, only shattered tales lay waste
Betrayed by all the stories of loves grandiose displays.
The simpler hope in what I dream,
Beauty richer than I know
Found within a solitary dance,an outcome; a distant glow.
For what I long is but a fairy tale, far too old and slightly true,
I smile a painful smile as I glance upon a reoccurring truth,
How well do you know yourself? Are you hiding like the rest?
Do you bring about desire to enhance your pretty self?
No need to speak through words it's apparent just by sight.
Your badges are decreed to a lifetime of shared delight.
Instantly you soar to highs, glory you've yet to know existed
Additions are made, again and again, do you finally grow suspicious?
upon a doorway to my delight, I'm questioning who you are?
I have to know the depths I needn't take on another scar.
Without a word I see you're tagged with stories for you to tell.
None of which paint me a picture that you know yourself too well.
You became a mantle for the wall, a
hanging picture to behold
It's all a bit suspicious, have you found a sense of it at all?
You'll drag me to the dirt, craving attention far too great.
And knowing I'm not going down that path, I simply cannot tolerate.
Closing off completely or just a calm before I blink,
For somewhere there's a longing soul untattered by the ink.
