When this beautiful gets lonely
and our temptations aren't so tempting
it's then we must break.
This existence becomes defined
by something other than our living
other than our breathing
or even our actions.
This beautiful is not so beautiful
it becomes dull and stagnant
and suffocating.
We must look for air.
The air, breath, and life
that doesn't lose shine or
its vibrance.
Where our lonely is not so lonely
but disproved
by love and sacrifice.
And where beautiful
is beautiful all the the time.