Beauty
Is an expectation in our society today
Makeup
Makes us up
Clothes
Become who we are
Beauty
Was invented to hide one's scars
Makeup
Gives us a mask
Clothes
Let us redesign who we are
Beauty
Is what drives us crazy
Girls
Are killing themselves,
to find someone who'd **** for them
Beauty
Boys face it too
Pressure
To look impressive
Desire
To be desirable
Beauty
The measurement of it
Is what should be blamed,
for our troubles
Not
Beauty itself.

At first they're just a seed really rough and *****... But they never let you see how beautiful and incredible they really are. So, they start to grow all twisted and unpredictable. Then they start to grasp on the pretty face in a perfect phase, not seeing their own amazing and beautiful self. You try to shake them free of all that nonsense they hear on t.v. But every time you shake roses it only makes them wish harder to be that pretty face everyone seems to want. When you catch them cut you try to stop them, tell them how much you love them. You couldn't realize that they believed only by cutting could a rose let go all the mean things said and grow. Then it happened, too soon, only a second with their finger on the trigger, now their gone forever. Too bad you couldn't see the beauty of a black rose.

Smooth sounds fill the coffee scented air,
smoke flies around like butterflies on  warm summer days.
Easy going conversations with hearty laughter whisper softly in my ear,
The fire is flickering softly giving the room a candle glow.
People come and go letting in a cool breeze, the fall air rushes through the doors, From the corner music pours out of the musician into the customer's soul.
I watch people leave, with a simile on their face that they hadn't had before coming in.