Tears of a Beautiful Woman

For her exterior is priceless & beautiful. Truly the definition of beauty at its finest. Precious is she. To find another of her kind, is like finding a needle in a hay stack. For her make & model; her whole caliber, is cut from a cloth all of ts own. The interior is nothing like the exterior. For the inside is battered & bruised, misled, misused & abused. Her scars running deep & wide as the Mississippi. The inside is grotesque! From lies, wounds, hurt & pain. Too view the two separately, the thought would never arise, that they are one. It takes for width & depth of the Mississippi to flood the roof of her exterior. And in doing so, she is asked, why such beauty is displaying such pain; She holds her head up to reply, "THESE ARE THE TEARS OF A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN PAIN".