Tue, 04/12/2016 - 22:19 -- SMLROX

Everyone wants to be beautiful.

Nobody recognizes true beauty until it's gone.


It's just like the old saying,

"you don't realize what you've got until it's gone".

It's the same for beauty.


When you're young all you want is to be beautiful.

To look mature but youtful.

To be unique yet natural.


Then suddenly you've become old. 

Your body becomes frail 

and begins to wither,

and all you want

is to go back and relive those good old days.


The days when all you had to worry about

was your beauty.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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