Beauty was once a blessing
The kind that would keep you guessing.
Whether or not the holder was sound
With her feet forever planted in the ground.
Now beauty is laughed at
And girls who are not are being called fat
And not to raise alarms
But they have scares on they're arms
Because no one sees them falling to pieces
But I do
And it breaks my heart
To see such beauty
Torn apart
AGD
Dedicated to one of my best friends. Stay strong, dearest. <3
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Painting With Words
PoetryThese are subtle glimpses I get from the lives of the people around me, written as poems. Some refer to me; most don't. Enjoy.
