Lines come in all shapes and sizes and colors.

For us of all shapes and sizes and colors.

Walking canvases, to paint their lines on. She is,

The only walking canvas they force their lines on.

They couple lines with cheekbones sharper than sin.

They put lines on faces everyone has seen.

They make lines in perfect profiles. They shove lines down

Our subconscious, and hers is choking intently.

She puts lines on her face so they don’t say she is ugly.

She puts lines on her lips so they don’t say bare is boring.

She puts lines on her eyes because they say that is what men want.

She puts lines on her face because they say that is what men want.

And that is what she wants men to want her. Right?

The lines paint bold on her face in a language

They say only men will understand. The lines

Force sin, she wants to appreciate her perfect

Canvas. So she puts lines on her heart to ensure

No man will ever recognize it again.