One does not own beauty,
One creates it.
In their dreams
They feel they can obtain it.
All alone
in a dark nights rest.
All their thoughts.....
Lifeless.
Cursed by change,
Hidden by lies.
Running from the truth,
Beauty now dies.
They don't understand,
They don't really care.
Beauty now burns,
Smoke in the air.
Years go by
And age seeps in.
Beauty's worn out
Life is giving in.
Death creeps up,
Beauty now cries.
You're all alone
In your beautiful lies!
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Tear Stained Cheeks And Bloodshot Eyes
PoetryThe angel lost her grace, As mascara ran down her face. She forgot love, remembered hate. She no longer had her faith. With tear stained cheeks, Through bloodshot eyes, She saw only pain and suffering. Love, she couldn't conquer. As the blue sky fad...
