Beauty; A Gift or a CurseA Poem by EverEmmaSimple dreams are my only escape I hide my face with a red velvet cape I have to face my fears I wipe the silent tears No meaning to my pain I watch others with fame Wishing, wanting Never having Strawberries grow slowly on the vine Oh their beauty so divine Money riches and jewels The millions of fools Mirror, mirror on the wall Who is the fairest one of them all Surely not I The twisted freak so shy No place for me Can't you see No one shall treat me with respect Until my face is erect My hope is shattered My heart is bruised and battered Just an insecure young girl An oyster without a pearl How can any one love me A maiden you cannot even bear to see I imagine withering into old age Without finding someone on the same page © 2010 EverEmmaAuthor's Note
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Added on August 29, 2010Last Updated on August 29, 2010 AuthorEverEmmaHome, GAAboutIf it is 2013, and you are reading this, what are you doing here? What am I doing here is probably the better question, though. Ah well, carry on. ---------------- Hello everyone, my name is Em.. more..Writing
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