Gorgeous.
You say she's gorgeous.
What about me?
Beautiful.
I've been beautiful.
Beautiful enough to get many men.
Beautiful enough to take eyes off of the other women in a room.
But not gorgeous, not simply splendid, not her.
I go about this the wrong way,
Looking in the mirror vainly, knowing I am beautiful.
Once I was captivating, sensual, alluring...
I was very near divine.
Near divine enough to take men from their women,
Near divine enough to rest in your arms while you kissed my eyelids.
Many, many boys had dreams of the pillows of my lips.
Men have yearned to kiss the full rose buds.
Yet, I was not gorgeous, not as she is.
This distresses me so, when I know not why.
I was good enough, I was better than good enough.
But she is gorgeous...or so you say.
I lay naked in beds of satin sheets, pale skin and gold.
Trying to regain that beauty and affection I was convinced only you gave me.
Though I know I had it before you ever laid eyes upon my face, my breasts, my legs, my hands, my lips.
Before you had ever even known my very soul and mind and heart.
Each kiss I will recieve is that of a spider, a poison in my heart,
Pumping, pumping it's way through my body with each hungry mouth on my mine.
So maybe someone will praise me, my near divine form, my beautious body...
Maybe I, like her, will be gorgeous. |
Submission Name: Vain attempts at Gorgeous.
