Beauty is pain,
The old refrain,
For vanity has your conscience slain.
Why suffer to get what you’ve already got?
By the looks of it you’ve got a lot.
Why pine for what is already a possession?
And tug out slowly the untruthful confession.
Why strive for what you’ve already earned?
Why desire something already yearned?
For the beauty within is confined to no walls,
A prisoner within no halls.
Beauty is honest,
Beauty is right,
Beauty is seeing the light.
Beauty is not pain at all,
Just happiness after the fall.
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 4:19 PM UTC
Beauty is pain,
The old refrain,
For vanity has your conscience slain.
Why suffer to get what you’ve already got?
By the looks of it you’ve got a lot.
Why pine for what is already a possession?
And tug out slowly the untruthful confession.
Why strive for what you’ve already earned?
Why desire something already yearned?
For the beauty within is confined to no walls,
A prisoner within no halls.
Beauty is honest,
Beauty is right,
Beauty is seeing the light.
Beauty is not pain at all,
Just happiness after the fall.
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