Lying on the tiles
Headache from the cold
Wish that mirror would shut up
Wish the lights would go off.
Ouch, it hurts, ceramics on hips
Do you know what’s going on behind this skin?
What rots behind these ribs?
It’s beauty.
Just keep telling yourself, it’s beauty.
One day I’ll be your thinspiration.
You’ll remember not the tragedy,
Not the heartache
But the beauty.
It’s beauty.
Just keep telling yourself it’s beauty.
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Welcome to AllPoetry!!!
This has a somewhat sadness to it...beauty can come with a price...
Welcome to AllPoetry! I hope you enjoy yourself on this site!
Blessed Be,
Jeremy
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