Beauty chime
I know you've felt alone
In between you and your melody.
Unloving uncaring ungiving.
The way the alarms sounds.
Into the prince charming, romantic knight and shining armor.
Sometimes as beauty would be recovering in tragedy torned ripped places.
Beauty needs peace , Beauty needs sweet relief.
No kindness ,no loving ways,no maturity.
Barely ever having anything decent to be giving.
Seeing pains through the sins.
Beauty is not the piano but the music it makes.
It's not speaking hard to weakness,but kindness that holds up the weak members.
Tormented with fire fierce
Softly and gliding,harsh and punishing.
Beauty knows no bounds to bounce
It's the wingless looks that ever chime.
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