A Beastly Beauty

Branded the most beautiful
She stands alone, no push or 
pull
Sparkling nails and eyes so 
blue,
Her head held high as her 
dreams come true
Rosy lips and a sculpted nose
Deafened ears that hear no 
woes
Shiny frocks and golden locks
She smiles away as money 
stocks
Perfection drips, truly a beauty 
so rare
But unfortunately she's never 
learnt to share
Finally I recover from her 
trance
To discover this beauty here's 
my only chance

I follow her everywhere
But what I find you wouldn't 
want to hear
All the lies swept aside,
This is what alas I find

A cold stare, a cruel face,
A heart that has never known 
no faith
Filthy hair and lips that lie
She's never had a reason to cry
Wrinkled hands that never 
learnt to give
She forgot to love, let alone 
forgive
Her eyes are just a waste of 
blue,
Cause they never see the pain 
others go through
A twisted mouth , a crumpled 
dress,
she's got the world, but that's 
still less
It's all her fault that she's all 
alone,
Cause no one likes a heart 
made of stone
She's an ugly beast behind a 
beautiful mask,
Is she beautiful is no question 
to ask.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Agustin Avatar
January 7, 2025 at 8:02 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed New Year.
A  Avatar
January 18, 2016 at 1:54 PM
Ayesha, Awesome write, Thank You for sharing... SKAT...
Collins Avatar
February 1, 2014 at 8:51 AM
Hi Ayesha - Her eyes are just a waste of blue, Those words alone say it all. I can't believe there is a life without pain. Guess it all caught up with her. love your poem, Kathy
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