Empty Promises
Empty Promises
Beauty is . . .
-what beauty does.
Beauty kills. . .
-with all these pills.
Never good, never great
But still he accepted this damned fate.
Trying harder every day,
Buying cosmetics every which way.
Spending hours under the knife,
Surely she didn’t want this life.
But she just can’t see it,
He just can’t grasp it.
The thought of losing,
The actions they’re choosing.
Mirrors don’t lie,
So don’t even try.
Hand over the pills,
And your worthless plastics,
Come to me love,
For I stand with open arms.
Forgive yourself now,
Before you do more harm.
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