When Beauty Cries

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The shadows in her heart

It tears my soul apart

She always plays pretend

In hopes her heart will mend


The memories she holds

Tells stories yet untold

The bruises and the lies

Concealed within her eyes


She walks beneath a cloak

Her happiness revoked

Her heart in constant war

To never tell she swore


But even all the while

She finds her will to smile

But when you see her eyes

I Hate When Beauty Cries...

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