Lesbian Poetry

Beautiful Girl

nobody wants,
to dance with the beautiful girl.
nobody thinks,
that she is really beautiful.
she runs her tongue,
across her painted lips.
touches her hair and
smiles from her safe place.

nobody sees,
the thoughts of the beautiful girl.
nobody knows,
the place where she is hiding.
she doesn't seem to notice,
as they all stand back.
her dress slips off her shoulder.
she's dancing on the
dance floor all alone.

nobody likes,
the scars on the beautiful girl.
nobody wants,
to see the pain that clearly
she lets them show like patchwork.
foreign patterns on her body.
they make a startling contrast,
with her sharp stiletto heels.

nobody dares,
get close to the beautiful girl