There's s stain on the wall
blue hued and round
bled from dark jeans
always messing around
bleeds like a sieve
stark against the grease
of beauty's finger prints
sticky with their scent
of lies and a growing youth
of betterment
make yourself respected
make yourself your truth
but don't ever let them tell you
that they know you
know the groves of your hips
the dancing of your gleam
the delicate powder in your hair
and the glint of luscious licked
ravaged
lips
meant to kiss
with secrets
and teeth that tell
the truth of ages
there's a blue on you
blue on your wall
on you
so forever hued

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sick of sight without a sense of feeling...

~nickleback