The curve of your breast reminds me of heaven
Where all beauty remains...
The curtains close
And I am sad
The misfits have escaped again!
I wanted to be just like you
At one time or another,
You\'d dance naked
In a room full of rouge
And then I\'d watch
But it was all just a dream...At least I hope it was
Because you are nothing but a dream
Within a naked glance,
You\'d make me forget myself
Whenever I watched porn...
The mannequin within the corpse is dead
And therefore I am glad,
A rose within a rose is dead
And my darker side appreciates you
For I am not a lesbian!
Yet my mind would go to much darker places
And my hands would press against
Much softer pillows
And the philosophies would just go away,
Oh what a perfect day!
I see God standing at the altar
And blood rises to the top of the ceiling...
For I am guilty of loving you!
For it is a lover\'s symphony
Rising to the top of the ceiling!
And I want to drown in the bathtub
Because I love you so much
Doesn\'t that sound creepy?
White candles and white sheets
Honor the very depth of your being,
For your being has so much depth!
I play the same song over and over again,
Oh it\'s such a perfect day!
I feel like dying in your perfectly pale arms...
For the world doesn\'t appreciate me
For the world doesn\'t love me
For the world doesn\'t see me...
For I am Marilyn Monroe
And I am you
In all of your sexuality...
For the world never understood you
Naked and vast
In all eternity,
I want to cry
I want to die
In all of your eternity...
Bright roses dim their light for you
Butt naked and all
In a bed that is just vast...
I want to make love to you
Yet I am not a lesbian
I am just a painter in one\'s eyes
And I envision the greatest of loveliness
Hanging by a thread
In loneliness,
I shall reap just what I sow!
For I don\'t know
The very breath of loneliness
For your pale skin makes me fall
I have no eyes to see
For I am a blank canvas
Null and void,
Oh which canvas do I seek?
For porn is the essence of my body,
And the essence of my body I shall seek!
For I shall speak of revelance!
For revelance I shall speak!
For revelance is not a word
But my poetry is rolling in the deep.
Oh Marilyn Monroe,
Shall your naked body speak?
I love the curve of your breast
For your body does speak.
Of roses and men
You never really trusted anybody,
Yet your body was a work of art
Painted on walls
That nobody dared to speak.