Beauty Rare…

Each day as my heart bleeds
I fear you fall from me
I am past
broken

I am but a beast of which beauty has not found
for beauty is found in love
sickened was the image I held high

lost was the love i made a lie

until

I beg for every look
for any thought in mind
one single breath drawn from same air
for what I’ve done is beastly
and you are beauty rare

To notice me not,
seems fair.

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~ by MandyJenae on February 15, 2011.

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