They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
but when I have no one left to hold me
I am no longer beautiful
I am a depressed cynical young woman
with a love for things that make me sad
and inside me, a ugly demon lies
slowly consuming my whole body
my soul is next in line
when you called me beautiful
were you simply lying?
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Classic
PoetryA collection of poetry. Classic feelings added to classic thoughts equals classic poetry. Rated PG-13 for language. © 2015 layschips1