Everything was lovely and good,
until it wore off.
Then all that's left
from the beauty,
that was once all around;
from the vibrant brown earth
to the sweetness of the stars
and the green of a simple leaf,
that turned into a flower in front of my eyes,
was the vile that it left of my life.
There was nothing left of that loveliness,
but the ugliness that it was hiding.
Yes, I have known true beauty,
but there are better ways to find it,
then through smoke and mirrors.