broken beauty at the door
shadow of what was before
would be gorgeous if she’d smile
lift her head and stay awhile
broken beauty keeps it in
all her sorrow all her sin
wishes that forgiving grace
would shine upon her sunken face
broken beauty tries to stand
plant her feet upon firm land
haughty beauties push her down
she’s the queen they wear the crown
broken beauty starts to cry
as an angel she could fly
but right now she’s on the floor
broken beauty shuts the door.
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Poetry
PoetryThis is a small collection of poetry I have written over the years. I would love some critiques if you have any!
