The Price of Being Beautiful
Certain Death
Like the excitement a new seed brings
We started out so innocently
Our love was a new a life sprouting
So full of possibilities and beauty
Like a new seedling our love began to grow
Needing tender care and careful nurturing
In order to bloom when ready
Like a flower our love began to bud
So beautiful with all the happiness hidden within us
As our bond deepened so did our love
Blossoming brightly for everyone to see
Like it had been plucked the petals of our love began to wilt
Severed from the roots life began to drain from a once healthy love
Petals now dry and color now dull a love once full of life was now dead and gone
Such is the price for many beautiful things
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You can't tell me that shouting, calling her names and hiding things is love. Cuz if you really think so then you werent raised on love. Love wont bring the worst parts her out in a blind rampage, leaving only terror and regret in its wake. Love wont abandon her like she means nothing not even just for a day. If you can look into her eyes filled with tears and feel nothing than I'm sorry to tell you but you don't love her If what your calling love is hurting her, then you need to focus something within yourself Love will make u want to do the work to heal, so the next woman to love you won't have suffer at all
By Carmen Smallchildabout a month ago in Poets
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Aww man, the ending was heartbreaking. Such beautiful words.