every day i dress myself golden
in the case i might see his shadow
lurking in the old haunts
but when you doll yourself up
and no one is there to see
were you ever really beautiful in the first place?
is beauty measured by approval of other people?
if not, then how do we measure beauty?
if so, then is ugly the lack of approval?
so if no one is there to see you
is all that time feeling beautiful
just a waste of time and effort?
it's these restless thoughts
that keep me up at night
and i wonder to myself
does he still dream of me
like i do him
and does he still think me beautiful?
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
