The Beauty That Was

The Beauty That Was

A Poem by Aziz Luther
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A friend here but lost

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The reflection of you has changed
The beauty that was still is, but strange
Is how I see you now unlike before
The eyes that burned bright, now kill slow
It's like what was night is now day
And that which was strong is now frail

The beauty that is has changed
All the fun we had all the girls
All the clubs,
All the life under the cloud of death

2AM the dance floor is empty
You still dancing to no music
The clubs and the after parties shutdown
And you still spin around
Your beauty still is an attraction
Your beauty still brings the crowd in

They never stay to the closing credits
You want the party to be never ending
I'm always there for hard endings
Though the crowds only want the happy ending

Frail as you are not of body but of mind
Trying to keep it all inside instead of suicide
I'm there when you call, your life line
Because if you go, I guess so will I

Though we ain't friends no more
Spinoff into separate shows they know
Still recognized from that time before
I keep you in my little prayers whenever I go

I hope you find your beauty
I hope you get back to it
Grown now but sometime we can act stupid

I hope you keep together
So we can be, forever

© 2014 Aziz Luther


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The way things turn out at times they are not supposed to be. But we cherish the moments of togetherness. I guess everything comes with an expiry date. A beautiful reflection which also has pain etched in every word. Thanks for sharing it my friend.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on October 11, 2014
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Aziz Luther
Aziz Luther

Phoenix, AZ



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I'm Chris. I have always thought of poetry as painting in words. Giving precise details with a shower of metaphors, taking a reader on a journey, making the reader understand the poet. I have always l.. more..

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