What is
beauty?
Is it an option?
Is it the muddled truth?
I don't like beauty.
It only gets in the way of what's
inside.
Beauty is in the eyes of
Satan.
Saints are not beautiful
They are only pure.
Models are not sexy with their wax
figures
But some day, the wax will melt
And the truth will ooze out of the
ashes and smoke
I don't believe in
beauty.
It's for the oppressed.
Beauty is a curse.
People with beauty are
shattered
I don't think beauty is
real.
It's only a
hallucination.
Why don't you look inside my
soul?
Why can't you see through my
breasts and into my heart?
I want you to see my love, but all
you see is flesh
Beauty is for the
fragile
We need it, like
chocolate
I want you to see my
ugliness
I want you to love my folding
stomach, my swaying thighs
I want you to love me for what I am
inside.
You can't see me if you only glance
at my shadow.
You have to caress my
emotions.
You have to fondle my breath and
hear my whispers.
But please don't ask
questions.
Just accept me
Why do you challenge my
feelings?
My love is stronger than your false
beauty.
My feelings are real and true to
me.
Please see my inner, lucent
light.
Try to surrender yourself to the
essence of my eyes.
Kiss my lips as they quiver and
taste my texture.
Don't try to conceive my mysterious
soul.
Don't belittle my
spirit.
Try to see the beauty that coats my
inner body.
Don't love me until you have
enclosed yourself in my arms
And you can feel my heart
beating.
