once there was a girl;
no one as pretty as her;
men from far places, around her finger they twirled.
no such eyes nor lips like other.
she's a goddess, they said, no one like her;
of course she lived her youth to the fullest!
all beauty and grace showered to the ultimatest;
but, alas no beauty lasts forever.
and all too soon she fell from her cadaver
finally realizing, happiness doesn't last forever;
everyone only comes after you as beauty's lover.
— Anastacia
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PoetryA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
