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The Ugly Truth
I’ll let the pillows style my hair
And my morning breath won’t be fair
If you don’t want me then I don’t care
I’m in a haunting mood of truth beware
I can be who I am within my head
The thoughts I have like spam bleeding red
Of me trying so hard to be perfect
When no one is it’s not even worth it
I’m a girly girl at my best heart
Painting my nails dressing myself so sharp
Wearing my heart on my sleeve like art
Playing the tease using light and dark
But there are days I must be fire
Slaying a dragon and lifting higher
Than worldly things and carnal desire
To be the heroine that I inspire
This Venus mars thing of women and men
Seem like a game I’m not even in
Seems such a shame while he smiles
My brain’s wondering will he stick around
Copyright ©
Karen Jones
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