Beauty isn't patient
like friendship,
She doesn't last forever
like love,
She tires and withers away,
day after day.
Silver spiderwebs settle in her hair,
Her wrinkles fill with dust,
stealing her shine and flair.
And yet she doesn't leave,
The eerie castle where no one can hear,
Her sighs of boredom and loneliness.
She can't. She mustn't.
Her destiny is such that she must wait for her prince,
The one who comes too late.
He finds her old and asleep and turns to leave,
On his heel.
He won't obey the Fate,
who whispers in his ear,
And kiss the ancient, withered woman,
who, instead of coming to meet him,
got bored to death by waiting,
when he was so near.
Someone else can do that.
He'll find another girl.
Beauty is not everything.
