I AM THAT MOUSE

(Detroit, MI)

Cover Girl


transparent imperfections
clouded by my smile
clouded by my laughter

to know me well is to not see me
that is what makes me beautiful
animated expressions

draw people into me
draw people around me
to watch me while i talk to them

and that really makes me beautiful
comfortable silence
taking in the air
taking in the essence

to smell my perfume on my breath
i know is what makes me beautiful

honest emotions
knowing the room
knowing the answers

i am more than you ever thought
cause your not what makes me beautiful

Submitted: Monday, June 19, 2006
Edited: Saturday, August 07, 2010
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