Beauty

She tries to hide What she thinks no one sees With her long blonde hair And the most bluest-green eyes you have ever seen. She has a faint smell of vanilla on her Yet she thinks no one notices. She trys to go on about her day Passing by a whistle here And a compliment there. She tells the person giving these things to her That she is not beautiful like they say. Yet her name gives it all away. With a name like Beauty No one can go wrong. They always give those same old compliments And she gives them the same old answers. Yet she finds that certain one Who calls her cute and sweet Almost in an instant she tells him okay. The other guys try that But she only want s to hear it from him. Because to her With a name like Beauty She only wants to be called cute.