Beauty's Vanity and Worthlessness

Beauty is like a Flower. It blossoms for a while and fades forever.

Though I style my curly braids with ribbons bright, 

and colour my sweet moist lips with royal red

to look as bright and fair as a newly wed.

Though I stand on two towers to get a better height, 

with eyelashes that beckon at each gazer.

Though my trendy gowns make me a trailblazer

with great designer labels that distinguish.

Though I have curves which men wished they could relish, 

revealed slightly through my scantily clad frame.

Though I have this charm which could hardened hearts tame, 

making vicious criminals to dream and lust, 

still I am nothing more than organic dust.

Author's Note

Beauty is like a flower. It blossoms for a while and fades forever