I only look attractive at night
When the curtains fall
And my glasses slip to my nose
When my eyeliner is smeared into the creases of my lids
And my hair is wrapped up into a messy pile on the top of my head
Not the raw state you see in the early of the morning
But the raw state you see in the midst of the night
As the light fades from our bodies
And succumbs to exhaustion
When our angers no longer have any power over us
And sweet serenity washes through our minds
I only look attractive at night
For it is my most vulnerable state
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
I only look attractive at night
When the curtains fall
And my glasses slip to my nose
When my eyeliner is smeared into the creases of my lids
And my hair is wrapped up into a messy pile on the top of my head
Not the raw state you see in the early of the morning
But the raw state you see in the midst of the night
As the light fades from our bodies
And succumbs to exhaustion
When our angers no longer have any power over us
And sweet serenity washes through our minds
I only look attractive at night
For it is my most vulnerable state
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