her name is beauty
but she's feels like the beast
the epitome of perfection
to say the least
everyone loved her
she doesn't love herself
enough
her eyes twinkle like stars
yet she can't seem to look anyone in theirs for too long
she smiles
to cover up the sadness
confident
strength to move the masses
courage like a panther
to hide her fears
for no one needs to know
she holds back the tears
strong and wise
learning to learn through learning what learning really is
or what it isn't
like everything else about her
beautiful
she is
positively avoiding the negative
no more needed
the magnitude is bountiful
the way it is
beauty
the
product of all things great
though she feels otherwise
she excepts all the flaws
multiplies by faith
to make more things great
her name is beauty
she is...
hello readers... this is just my life as it comes to brain... the good, the bad, the totally horrendous... hope you like it... i know i will...
Sunday, August 24, 2008
beauty
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i recognize her...beautiful she is.
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