The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Burn the Beauty

One does not own beauty,
One creates it,
In their dreams,
They feel that they can obtain it,
All alone, in a dark nights,
Rest,
All their thoughts...
Lifeless,
Cursed by change,
Hidden by lies,
Running from the truth,
Beauty now dies, 
They don't understand,
They don't really care,
Beauty now burns,
Smoke in the air,
Years go by,
And age seeps in,
Beauty's worn out,
Life is giving in,
Death creeps up,
Beauty now cries,
You're all alone,
In your beautiful lies!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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