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Whatever beauty I may possess
Is superfluous.
Wasted...
Like the fruits of an unpicked tree.
Untouched, though beautiful...
Deep colors of ripeness beckon one
To the sweetness within.
A sweetness that would tantalize
Ones taste buds.
Yet unwanted, avoided,
As if poisoned.
'Til one day, it withers
Falling to the cold, hard earth
Decaying from the inside out.
For the rejected
Beauty is only futile.
- by Deathbecomesshe |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/28/2009 |
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- Title: Beauty
- Artist: Deathbecomesshe
- Description: unwanted beauty
- Date: 10/28/2009
- Tags: beauty
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