She hides her cries
In the makeup she applies
By streetlight.
Both wash away in the rain.
Devious and mistrusted
She's a little disgusted
By here reflection
In the window pane.
Beautifully tragic,
Hypocritical and magic,
She tries to
Hide her cries.
We pretend to look away.
Her parents called her stardust
And she covered her scars
Under tattooed stars
Until her body was the universe;
With a black hole over her heart.
Ten thousand constellations
Painted on a beautiful landscape
With no reservations,
Invisible lines
Connect-the-dots
And constantly change
Images making
And breaking
Alliances
To spell out
My name
May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 8:00 AM UTC
She hides her cries
In the makeup she applies
By streetlight.
Both wash away in the rain.
Devious and mistrusted
She's a little disgusted
By here reflection
In the window pane.
Beautifully tragic,
Hypocritical and magic,
She tries to
Hide her cries.
We pretend to look away.
Her parents called her stardust
And she covered her scars
Under tattooed stars
Until her body was the universe;
With a black hole over her heart.
Ten thousand constellations
Painted on a beautiful landscape
With no reservations,
Invisible lines
Connect-the-dots
And constantly change
Images making
And breaking
Alliances
To spell out
My name