I’m at peace you don’t feel that way
About me
Not because I’m not those things
But because you don’t
Consider life in that manner
Of course, I’d love poems
And songs and pictures and letters
I’d wear the compliments
Like the finest silks
And parade my pampered ego
Through the streets
So everyone can know that my man
Sees me like a superstar
But I appreciate that it’s
A lot to ask
And what of the girl
Who’s fella kisses every inch
Who showers her in so much adoration
That before herself she sinks
Slips into the jagged glass of the mirror
And cuts what he calls gorgeous
What say of the girl
So punctured by flattery
She forgets to fork it
The girl who doesn’t have to ask
How she looks tonight
Because he’s tended to her naked
Tended to her filth
Tended to her makeup and her silks
Tended to her humour
Provided steps out to the car
Given her so much material
On who he thinks she is
That she really has become a star
But I am comfortable with silence
Without first lest second look
I know what it takes to be sensitive
And perhaps a girl like her
Has took
Maybe he learnt his lesson on fairer birds
So can’t waste that breath with me
There’s more to love
When you grow up
Than being called pretty
Because that other girl will be lavished
Built up and strengthened in her skin
But the rent is due
In the hole they keep
And the landlord’s said
Compliments won’t do
And love don’t make soft the spot they sleep
It don’t heat the tea
Or spark the plugs
It don’t make them important
Or smart enough
It don’t coo the baby when he cries
And it don’t make her
Prettier in everyone else’s eyes
So I put the lights on
And don’t beckon fear to fuel
I know we won’t lose
The goods that we have pooled
I’m at peace that he don’t find me
Wonderful or cool
Because I could be desolate
With the kindest fool
Or looked after
Without compliment
No, none at all…
by Lyric Deep.
