Ugly face and ugly bones,
greeting pretty faces without
realizing that these clones
would rather never know about
a pretty soul, a pretty heart,
only shallow things.

An ugly girl who refuses aid
from the strange men who come along,
who will never see the frayed string
on her soul, placed by the throng
of the beautiful.

A beautiful will never stay,
around the corner lies a better choice.
Forget-me-not's litter the way,
without a whisper, or concerned voice
which would inevitably call for a more
likely unhappy ending.

But ugly face and ugly bones will
always keep, never changing; no more
tired feet.
No more dragging them along, making
all the beauty sleep,
until it wakes and finds itself no more a
precious thing.