Beauty from the outside
It comes at a price
Would you die for the look?
Some people would
Every Stroke of a brush
Every line of a pencil
Every Spritz of a scent
Tearing away the humanity
Inner Beauty
It is free
Nothing can be done to obtain it
You are all born
With the Beauty of the soul
But only some still have it
Because it is a choice
Some don't see it,
But they have it
Some can see it
But they choose to ignore it
They choose to let the love
Go to waste
It is the choice of the beholder
to be beautiful
on the inside
or on the outside
YOU ARE READING
Inside The Heart Of A Poet.
PoetryI decided to put on Wattpad all the poetry that I wrote down on napkins and on the back of my Algebra notes and in various notebooks. They are poems that I wrote with different inspirations. There is no specific theme or style. I hope you enjoy them...
