Underneath your clothes, there is a hidden treasure
That reminds me of something that can't be measured
The bittersweet tears that is flowing through your cheeks
Is like memories flowing through a thousand creeks

Underneath your clothes, lies a tragic story
Your skin have scars written so perfectly
I know for a long time you've been friends with pretense
And it's sad, it's not yet enough as a defense

Underneath your clothes, someone just wants to freak out
And respire for a munite or so, there's no doubt
"But I'm not weak", that is what you kept on saying
So I knelt when you said that and begun praying

Underneath your clothes, its beauty that I can see
All you just have to do is learn how to be free
No more fears, tears and pretense, just be you
Because once you've tried but you failed 'coz I saw You

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a/n: Underneath your Clothes is a song by Shakira. That I was able to make a poem out of the title.