They say beauty comes with age, and understanding.
But I've never felt it in me, just you.
I only find things of beauty around me, and in my sleep.
But in me it’s vacant, and worn.
In the morning, I fell in love, the rays on my heart.
But it was short lived in time wasted.
By the afternoon my eyes focused on your approaching fate,
But could not comprehend the hurt in your skin.
And in the evening, the bellows seemed darker.
But I knew my mind, I knew it wouldn't crack.