The veneer.
Peeling off the veneer of your smile,
The veneer of your smile.
I peer behind the veneer,
The perfect veneer of the teeth, and the hair, and the eyes.
It's clear.
Behind the veneer, the polished and glossy-the mesm'rizing gossip of truth.
Not a ruse.
Not the fullness of lips, not the angles of eyebrows, or how good the career.
It's the truth.
It's the ugly and painful and palpable truth that you hide with veneer,
The glossy veneer - your nuse.
Show yourself.
I'll accept.
I'll cherish.
We'll love.
Let go of the fake, the pretend, the 'I'm better than you'.
Show yourslef.
Be you.
Unapologetically.
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Love Strings (Completed)
ChickLitAngie, a live-in-the-now singer-songwriter on the cusp of fame, sweeps Mike, a proper Mama's boy and a structural engineer by day, off his feet the moment they shake hands. They can't deny the chemistry between them, so they start with a boom. What'...
