A smile hinted at her lips
She watched her beloved from afar
He was in her thoughts, never ceasing
Should she dare be bold?
Should she let her secrets run free?
Yes, courage sweeps her away.
Maybe her passion would be mutual
She apporaches her darling silently
Love is bursting in her heart.
Here comes and angel,
A perfection she could never achieve.
Her beloved turns to the perfection;
He announces his love and runs to the angel
As the flawed lover stands by.
"I can never be what he desires
I can never be good enough
The divine creature stole him away
I shall try to be just as she."
She scrubs her face through her tears
Though the mirror never lies,
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And imperfection is just the same
She saw herself as valueless
And tried to hide her shame
She pushed away food
'Til she remained but a corpse
Cosmetics were her only friend
They (in her eyes) made her closer to Angel
"Maybe I will catch his eye"
She donned the clothes of the harlot
And paraded herself
With as much pride
As a humiliated soul can own.
She did catch her lover's eye
Only as the physical can
He tossed her away from him
Repulsed by her
Her heart was shattered once again
Angel came and laughed
At the pitiful sight she swa
The Lonely Lover fell and wept unnoticed tears
She sat alone with only wind
To whisper words of hate
Angel came back
With a knife on a string.
She let it sway in Unloved's face
Unloved reached out of desperation
Clutching her only friend
She took the blade
And severed her last words...
"...I love you my dear..."