[beauty.]
You crawled with poise, covered by night,
Freely skirting evil, without a single fright.
Your beauty was your savior,
Kindness; your behavior.
Beautiful, you are,
But darling, don't go far.
For you are weak,
No longer strong,
Vulnerable and meek,
Your beauty leaves us wronged.
YOU ARE READING
Still Sane
Poetry"... But that's okay, because despite all of this, I am still sane."
