I Talk To Myself

Why are you so beautiful? The sun dances off your face and searches but can never spot a pimple to eluminate. Why are you so beautiful? your hair blows in the wind like silk gowns bought from 5th avenue and found in another part of town hung out on a clothing line. Why are you so beautiful? People pace the streets searching for you like a fiend. And if I just got one chance to show you real romance I'd protect your heart like a zip lock bag protects frozen fats. Why are you so beautiful? I ask myself over in over again as if I'm on the phone with my best friend but it's only me in the room no phone, no friend. I talk to myself.