They drool and pierce,
at my colour and my shape
Stare rapturous-eyed
while I murmur flattery
Run greedy hands
all over my body and my face
As their nasty smile
turns predatory
Pay so much attention,
to what they want to see
And trample on the words
I've laid out for them to read
I've drawn such easy maps,
in hopes someone might care
Enough to find me out
But no one's ever there
I've presented my all
Over and over again
But no one's looked long enough
to see all I laid bare
Do they even listen
to what I have to say,
Or are they too busy,
Staring four inches south of my face
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
They drool and pierce,
at my colour and my shape
Stare rapturous-eyed
while I murmur flattery
Run greedy hands
all over my body and my face
As their nasty smile
turns predatory
Pay so much attention,
to what they want to see
And trample on the words
I've laid out for them to read
I've drawn such easy maps,
in hopes someone might care
Enough to find me out
But no one's ever there
I've presented my all
Over and over again
But no one's looked long enough
to see all I laid bare
Do they even listen
to what I have to say,
Or are they too busy,
Staring four inches south of my face
