One does not own beauty
One creates it.
In their dreams
they feel they can obtain it
All alone, in dark nights
rest.
Cursed by change
Hidden by lies, running
From truth
Beauty now dies.
Years go by and
Age seeps in.
Death creeps up
Beauty now cries for
You are all alone
In your beautiful lies.
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Bruised Hearts: Poems For Over Thinkers
PoetrySimple thoughts for the average teenager, whether it feels you could jump for joy, you're grumpy and blue, or in love up to your ears. Here is something for you.
