Beauty inside, she lies
Alone.
Well unaware,
Of all that is known.
A wound so deep,
Carried far until cold.
The look on her face,
Ever young, yet old.
She sees what she can't,
And only as she will.
A voice in her ear,
Whispers all until still;
"A lifetime of lies, is what you will live.
For I have no end, and much more to give".
She believes with her eyes, for a heart cannot see.
Deeply unaware,
Of all she could be.
A smile she wears,
She lives in her dreams.
Though one day she'll live,
Unbound by the seams.