Ain't no beauty like my one and only
let my past show, all my nights that were lonely
that there isn't eyes that feel more homely
can't no other hold me.
Fuck being wanted by the majority
aim higher for the singular minority
but my times twisted to a humourless parody
where murky waters tell of my clarity
though to me it shows variety
the hate fuelled popularity
to all that orbit a different polarity
to the cause of a hidden singularity.
Anxiety is the fire seen
fight or flight, stuck between
of heart and soul never freed
of a future that's never been
towards a face of beauty serene
so bleed these palms to wash 'em clean
to let the ink, ever dream.