Curse of Beauty

Beauty Crowds me until I die With A bright smile and a wink of an eye The boys come at me with no self-control This might sound cool but it keeps me from finding love Everyone sees me and thinks they can lust A beautiful face is a curse all in one Looks can be very deceiving The dismay look they get when I deny them Am I in the wronging? Good girls aren’t in style anymore They crave sluts I don’t look nor induce slut ways Beauty crowds me until I die A curse I will retain forever