If Beauty is held by the beholder
in his eyes they say
Everyday my heart grows colder
No one found me beautiful today.
If I searched the ends of the Earth
What exactly would I find?
I'd find that every single beholder
has eyes that are but blind.
Eyes that dare not hold the sight
Of my unsightly being
And if they find any beauty
They aren't truly seeing
If beauty is held by the beholder
In his eyes they say
Everyday my heart grows colder
No one found me beautiful today.
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Life of a Lonely, Wandering Soul
PoetryThis is a series of poems I, Brianna French, have written. The are completely original, and I would appreciate it if you didn't steal them. Thank you SO much for reading! I am 13 years old as of now, but I will be 14 in the July of 2013. Please feel...
