The Truth About Beauty
People say it's weird that
I sit alone in a corner in a solitary silence
But my voice speaks the only
Answers my ears will hear
You who speaks mere portions of truth in order to deceive
You are a craftsman of destruction.
Your only lying to yourself when you say
That your not enough
Beauty is nothing but a word,
a word created for description,
and aren’t there other words to
use for the description of things?
But if it were more than a word to anyone,
it should be considered the eye of the beholder.
something no one seems to understand.
But hey girl, don't you know your beautiful
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