Beauty is not gained
It is obtained and retained
Beauty is not a product
It is a human being
It is a attribute defined
It is a love to those around us
It is a natural state of humanity
Beauty is nothing with out everything

Stop fighting your story
Life is meant to be
Complex is our punishment for not listening

I have no history and I have no past
This passion will never last
So hand me the wine glass

I contemplate with a sigh, "if there is a hell I'm going there"
Do I regret my decision making, maybe
I may be a broken once upon a time christian
Ironically God set me free
So if irony hates me, the fiery depths is where I'll be

We yell self righteous notes
When we peek within everyone is dying of sin
Broken is the helping hand
Let's pretend to be complete

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
******* up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them--
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
The the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

I see the tears well up in the corner of your eyes
I see your soul wants to go
More dedicated but no place to climb

Tell me please
What is the difference between us and them?

Fear

It seems to be king over many