My beauty: Gift or Curse?
You see a gift
I see a curse.
You say beauty is a rare thing indeed
I say my beauty won't set me free.
Free from the pain
free from the hurt.
It won't free me
This torturous curse.
It holds me like a second skin
Flawless and mysterious.
The mysteries are my secrets
The flawlessness is but a mirage.
My beauty is something few can understand
A constant struggle in the world of man.
So I say to you: Gift or Curse?
No matter what your answer
It will forever be my beautiful curse.
Standing in this cold place I realize the stillness of a slumbersome heart. The crows call to me from the sky as I count the hours of this day. Quiet as the wind blows through these bare trees I silently wonder if the snow will fall today or tomorrow. Snow.. The ashes of this abyss I am prisoner of. Tell me now or tell me never will this coldness ever end?
COMMENTS
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03:07 Oct 21 2009
Everything seems cursed with diferent points of veiws
MasterMindedFate
07:12 Oct 21 2009
beauty is like good liquar,eventualy it fades.