DOLL, GO ON IN YOUR GIANT SUNGLASSES!

Mar 07, 2008 - 01:31 AM PST

the more
i get to know
a person
the

MORE

beautiful they become

that's the difference
between
you

and me

it's all about what you look for
what you look for
you will

find

go on
doll, go on in your giant
sunglasses

continue your search, looking for reasons to

hate
judge

don't it make you feel better?
don't it make you feel better, doll?
now don't you feel better

you feel so big, baby girl, don't you, sitting around on your
empty

thrown

you got a reason your better than everyone
that's what makes you feel like the best

validate away

everyones got flaws, just as long as you go on blinded by sun in everyone else

you'll never have to turn inward to your own.

your dimensional awareness is weak at best,
you have no idea about anything

hate
judge

don't it make you feel better?
don't it make you feel better, doll?
now don't you feel better

i think your an idiot.
there is an overwhelming abundance of beauty in

all of us,
yet all you see
is all you know how to see

in your big sunglasses

living your shallow life in your
shallow

pond.

so caught up,
like a bug in a spider web,
in your

divine judgemts with your divine

hate

that even as oceans of beauty pass all around you

you haven't the high enough facilities

to understand
what beauty even is
you don't know where to find it

and when you do
it is flimsy and weak, temporary till you can
bring in the

wrecking ball

and smash it away, back into your sad caves of disappointment's

you know what i think?
i think you want to be disappointed.

i think you need to feel better than everyone

so nothing

can be more
beautiful than

you.

and that's sad,
but that's
you.

and all those nights
sleeping at your side
my arms around you
seeing your beauty

drinking it to the point of drunken intoxication

treasuring you

feeling the warm flow of your energy radiating like a blanket made of dead angel...
till all i could see when i saw you was your spell
the shape of your breath
the patterns of ancient divinity in your movements...

the whole time
and all those nights
sleeping at your side
my arms around you
seeing your beauty...

you lay sleeping, sometimes, rubbing closer to me
other times...
the whole while
waiting

for the first
reason

for

hate.

and that, my darling, is why no matter what big degrees you have,
and how perfect you think you are

is why i would
rather be
me

than
even
a
little
bit

of
you...