beautiful .There are some unfortunate souls, I'm afraid,More Like This
Who are under-appreciated for the beauty that they hold.
I can just pluck one out in a crowd, I can,
Their faces hollow, their essence sold.
I happen to know a few, I'm afraid,
Who have bloomed and lightly called out to me,
"Are you one of them, or do you understand?"
I listened to the beauty that was she.
She is not whole, I'm afraid,
And those who have carelessly tossed their kindness away:
"She has nothing of what you want her to be."
I listened to the beauty and what she had to say.
There are some selfish people, I'm afraid,
Who can not understand that looks are useless,
And that those who are more active to dig deep,
Will find that there is a pot of gold that they will access.
And in this pot of gold, I'm afraid,
There lies the "ugly" beauty that she is.
But some are too focused on the riches beside her.
And only I know what they shall miss.
And they shall miss, I'm afraid,
A lovely person as perfect as the sun,
A thousand times purer