Beauty varies but yours uncomparable—
Like the butterflies that cannot see their segments and belle,
We're all the same
We cannot appreciate the beauty of something until it fades
And until it was appreciated.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden ink of Heart
PoetryLet me allure the ghost of the past, Clothed with dire love and profanity- Seduce me or not I'll suffice my pleasure through poetry.
Belle
Beauty varies but yours uncomparable—
Like the butterflies that cannot see their segments and belle,
We're all the same
We cannot appreciate the beauty of something until it fades
And until it was appreciated.