breasts are like eyes
always peering in someone's direction
or staring down, hoping to go unnoticed
in this fashion show called Life.
some are shy
but others peek out
hoping to find out
just what it's like to come out
while i'm sitting on the beach
staring at the naked waves
and mine are timid
on the playground
yet no one notices but me.
that's the strange absurdity
about these tiny insecurities.
beating ourselves up
because something's not good enough
while the world pretends to care,
imagination plays the enemy
and i can't find the words
no synonyms or relaxing verbs
to describe what it's like
for the wind, for the sky
to touch me in a place that i hide from light,
preferred the darkness when to come alive.
shadows are stupid
and shyness is boring
shoot those fears down
and flash what you're showing
because there's nothing sexier than
grabbing hold of what you own
and embracing those perfect imperfections...
a sight for sore eyes on a saturday afternoon,
on mar bella beach, barcelona
always peering in someone's direction
or staring down, hoping to go unnoticed
in this fashion show called Life.
some are shy
but others peek out
hoping to find out
just what it's like to come out
while i'm sitting on the beach
staring at the naked waves
and mine are timid
on the playground
yet no one notices but me.
that's the strange absurdity
about these tiny insecurities.
beating ourselves up
because something's not good enough
while the world pretends to care,
imagination plays the enemy
and i can't find the words
no synonyms or relaxing verbs
to describe what it's like
for the wind, for the sky
to touch me in a place that i hide from light,
preferred the darkness when to come alive.
shadows are stupid
and shyness is boring
shoot those fears down
and flash what you're showing
because there's nothing sexier than
grabbing hold of what you own
and embracing those perfect imperfections...
a sight for sore eyes on a saturday afternoon,
on mar bella beach, barcelona
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