Beautiful you are, in the eyes of your
sculptor
You were perfect for not a single nose or eye was forgotten
You were fearfully and wonderfully made for His honor
You can dance, you can sing
You have friends where you can laugh and smile
A perfect life, don't you think?
But how were you so sure,
Without knowing your victims' pain?
Why would you use something sculpted beautifully
To bring destruction over the rain?
Why would you only laugh when someone's hurt?
Why would you only speak to tell lies?
Your heart is as dull as ever,
Why is kindness something you despise?
You know that your skin is fair and smooth
Your body shape is a dreamworld
Maybe because everyone's first impression of you is pretty not rude
Though your sculptor never sculpted your mouth as a knife,
It cuts deep
But remember that you are beautiful for your age, and beauty is something you cannot keep
- nezaell champ
14th petal
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Rose Petals
Poetry☽☽ Its voice sounded like the calm breeze of a foggy forest, and the sea crashing at the shore. Maybe we shall live into faded inks in books, lost in fantasies forevermore ☾☾ Please do NOT repost WITHOUT credits. PLAGIARISM IS A...
