Beauty and The Beast
In terms of fairytales,
Of a thing called love,
You must be the beauty,
And I must be the beast
Together, we are complete,
Yet we dispise one another,
So beautiful together,
Yet so ugly
Look closely enemies,
At the scars on my arms,
My legs and face,
Look closer still and see the bruises,
Blooming black and blue,
Squint and maybe you'll see,
The bandages that cover me,
Making sure I do not bleed,
But nothing can protect me
Looking at you,
All I can see,
Is your beautiful smile,
So happy, so real,
Your amazing eyes,
A brilliant blue,
Looking into mine,
But with the opposite of what I feel
We are the Beauty and the Beast,
We make no sense,
We were the best of friends,
Until you turned your back,
You said I changed,
I said you left me,
We fought and now we never talk,
Unless it's to hurt the other
So that's why I'm here,
Crying in my room,
Because I'll never be pretty,
I'll never be anything,
I'll never be like her.
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PoésieNova loves three things: food, her computer, and her music. She might love Gage too, but why even try? She's Nova the Nobody. This "book" is told through poems. See the Author's Note.
