Standing in the corner a statue lost, alone, now
neglected with age, she seems to be forgotten, a
beauty in her time now stands gray with dust that grows
more and more each passing day.

Molded she was, perfect in every way, now silently she
stands, wishing she could feel free of dirt, when once
she was in the spotlight, eyes stared, her molded
beauty amazed.

A perfect sculpture molded in the imagination of
someone's love. now standing alone crying within
a heart that always beats without notice.

Now the freshness of a lake draws moisture to her
eyes, she knows her days that were, are long passed
oh, how it felt to be in the spotlight for a while.

Slowly her heart stops, as she sheds an inviable tear
for what was and will never be again.


(What Beauty She Held)


ByDerenaBree
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