Tall, dark and handsome
Behind our every mask Lies the true man Waiting for expression We take pains to polish up That those colors may be presentable and acceptable; we do well to hide the details we will rather have unseen. Tall, you walk, Your skin, a polished chocolate; But underneath the smooth exterior Lies the rubble that you will rather present as a building Carefully packaged and adorned. I have become your mirror; The perfection you always want to see. So when you bend, you see me bend A mirror that hides well all your imperfections. How could anyone say that you lack the true capacity to love? But isn't what drives you the emotions you see in your reflection? You feed on it, drink it and dote on it until it becomes what you seem to believe. A prototype of the image you want to see. Tall, dark and handsome, My polished prince, Who are you underneath the dross? Like an onion, layered in tears; Yet there's the unsettling need to win someone over Someone to ...