May I Be Your Painted Lovely?

Sometimes describing you inner self is hard to do.

The tension is so thick in here

my heart is in my throat

He'll be coming any minute now

and I still haven't decided what to wear

no makeup on, I forgot to do my hair

Throw on something pretty

that I think he'll like

I can't show him I'm really ugly tonight

just as long as I can keep him smiling

he'll never guess the secrets I'm hiding

I'd say I feel bad

about giving him false ideas

of the kind of woman I am

but the one I'm showing him

is really the one I wish I was

so is it really all that bad?

When he suspects I may have flaws

I'll contract my claws

and convince him I'm but a kitten.

Couldn't hurt anybody, not even you.

But my shine will fade, my laquer will wear,

He'll notice I don't really look 22

I'm not half as interesting or a fourth as rare

and I'll sit lonely again in my liar's chair

waiting for another.

Reviews

[JacJak]

The flow of the words made me get caught up with this idea: "Well that's too bad for you,"- not too sympathetic. And I continued to read and found that the inner struggle was not just, "I am not beautiful," but it continued to go beyond the struggle the woman in the poem had, to a struggle where it was not just skin deep. I like that sense of secrecy that follows up through the rest of the poem

[An owl on the moon]

So deeply moving and beautiful, capturing the anxiety of the inner voice so perfectly... Honest and profound; your words speak so powerfully of us all...

Craig

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Very well written, and cleverly cute. Thank you for sharing and welcome to the cafe. Debileah