Scars to your beautiful.
You're more than a face and bass,
More than a basic human database.
Long ways from being a disgrace,
You're beautiful in every way.
Don't lay prey to those who portray foul play.
I know it's hard,
When they bombard,
Pointing fingers and calling you lard.
They scarred you, marred you,
Sharded, you felt discarded.
But don't you dare believe them,
You truly are a gem.
Don't let them condem,
Please stop this mayhem.
You're beautiful in every way,
Every day you display that of a Queen bee,
So ignore them, and listen to what I say.
You are creativity, vitality, virtuosity.
Sublimly, entirely,
You are extraordinary.
New Romantics
While the others dance, we swim.
Holding on to each other like children in the water, we'll float through the crowd
of sweaty, anxious bodies.
A wandering mass of strangers who
work together,
live together,
_____ together,
(fill in the ugly space)
saying they know each other,
moving through life carelessly,
(they'll kill us out of ignorance)
identifying instead of being.
Bring me back to Camelot,
and we'll pretend they didn't hate us then.
Or take me to the future
and pretend they won't do the same.
Baby, we're the new romantics
and we armor ourselves in fantasy.