Beauty was just a word. A word that turned you vile and yearning.
You would do almost anything to have what they had. Because they had beauty.
You need something to feel wonderful in. A new skin.
They were never meant to get hurt. I simply wanted Beauty.
They had beauty.
That green-eyed monster within all of us got out and he was hungry.
He wished to carve their beautiful coats and wrap himself in them.
Their blood could be used to paint his own artwork.
Then he would be beautiful.
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PoesiaThis is some of my creative writing. It's a collection a poems I hope you enjoy. Please vote and share your thoughts!
