She is beautiful.
But; she hides behind black curtains.
Her skin, flawed to perfection.
Her hair glows, of auburn and crimson reds
But; she hides behind black curtains.
She hides behind black curtains.
This hair, it frames her grey eyes.
They only make you feel innocence and white.
Oh so white, because her soul is pure.
But; she hides behind black curtains.
And when her sound passes;
through her forgiving lips; you smile and swing.
But; she hides behind black curtains.
And when she moves, you move; with her because
She is beautiful.
But; she hides behind black curtains.

Idler on the Roof

January 25, 2011 at 7:52 PM PST

Me: can't draw or write. Sucks. You: thanks for sharing.