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".
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