Beneath your clothing lies your flesh
And it lied to me
And your flesh hides brittle bones
But they don't hide from me
Under armor of bones sits your heart
But in time I stripped your armor
Buried in your heart are sheltered feelings
But your feelings give no shelter
Your heart no longer beats
Your bones are sharp against me
And your flesh no longer yields
The fruit of love I planted there
You may cover up all your flaws
But you will always be stripped bare