Your concept of beauty is plastic–harmful to your nature.
The lips you kiss are rounder, each curve is manufactured.
Her hair isn’t sun-damaged, chemicals make her beautiful.
Cover-up becomes foundation
Waxing becomes tattoo art.
Contacts become colored.
Her giggles are practiced, playing back like a robot.
It’s as if all that makeup is cover(ing) (the) girl.
It’s as if you’re kissing a doll and making love to a mannequin.
Platic Thoughts, Paper Dots
Why the hell am I giving up?
Darkness lurks in the sky.
The moon is still hanging high.
Your presence lingers within me.
Suddenly it became hard to breathe.
Reality is blurred, so she learns.
Her screams are only heard from her.
Living in Black & White, sleeping in fluorescent light.
Broken to most, unfixable to all.
Wandering child, come back for awhile.
Release your tears that you’ve had for years
Don’t cry at every goodbye.
Darkness lurks in the sky.
The moon is still hanging high.
City of Angels
Lines of powder line the desk
Dollars rolled up in the drawer
Gucci belt hanging by the door
Porsche parked in the back
Drink up, but don’t black out
Snort some, but don’t OD
Fit in, but don’t overdo it
Fake a smile until it’s real
Gracefully glide in 5 in heels
The movie stars, NBA players, Directors, artists and more
The life
The life I used to despise, I’m finally apart of it.
I light up my cigarette soaking in each midnight to each noon
Alive for it all.
Drink up
Silver Ties 