A Girl Named Beautiful

There is a girl named Beautiful.

Her hair is blond, her lips are blood red,
her legs are long and her face is heart shaped.

Her heels are high and her dress is silk.

And she is beautiful, but then she met
him.

He ripped off her beauty and threw it in the
trash.

He tore her life apart and then he
spat on it.

He left her crying, laying there on the ground
with her makeup smeared and her hair messy
and her beauty and innocence gone.

Now the girl once named Beautiful, walks these
dead streets, looking for the next Beautiful girl.

And then she saw her.

A girl named Beautiful.

Her hair is blond, her lips are blood red,
her legs are long and her face is heart shaped.

Her heels are high and her dress is silk.

And she was beautiful until she met
Beautiful.

Reviews

[PROPAGANDIST]

very interesting, i love the ending this very dark in a way, but much love



^PROPAGANDIST^

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the way you told this story in the poem. Even beautiful woman can taste pain and hurt. Hate is face hard to hide. I like the ending to this excellent poem. Thank you for this mental field into words and life.
Coyote

[Cassie Holloway]

Nicely done. It's amazing how simple interaction can change one's entire outlook on life. Please keep it up.

[Protect Me Demons That ..]

Damn that Beautiful is a b***h XPP
This was great though. I could tell Beautiful was jealous and lost. It almost seemed like a short story to me.
Great write :D