BeautyA Poem by Renea QuailCan you hear that? The sound of the Angels crying? Almost like the way the wind blows.
Beauty is a fragile thing; So transparent and broken. Almost like angel wings.
When their tears fall, It pours across the towns; Drowning us in their sorrow.
Can you hear that? The pitter-patter of the rain? It's overwhelming.
Have you ever felt this way? So cold. So alone.
Like when it rains, It's always dripping from your chin. And the warmth of sun gives you chills.
Yes, beauty is a fragile thing, Something that can be shattered in seconds. So don't define yourself by your looks.
You're already beautiful. <3 © 2013 Renea QuailAuthor's Note
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Added on August 17, 2013Last Updated on August 17, 2013 Tags: Beauty, Self Image, Pain Author
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