Beautiful People
A Poem
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beware the beauty
who ensnares the eyes
because that’s only a step
away from the pointed grasp
of one fragile heart
oh, we say we don’t care
if someone is comely
(or not) —
but it’s true
that we lead with our eyes
oh, you think you know her
because of her trim figure
speaking of a life on the move,
but do you know she cries at night
when no one else can watch?
beware the beauty
who never says a word —
but simply stands as a living doll,
waiting for someone to look
and thriving on that fact
oh, you say you don’t care
about such simple allures —
but
can you say you haven’t
been just a tad resentful too?
oh, you think you know him
because he’s worth millions
just from that face and smile alone,
but do you know he drinks it all away
just to keep sane another day?
don’t envy the beautiful —
oh no, no, no —
because these things don’t last,
as simple as money lost in a market,
a force you can never hope to control
beware the beauty
since every rose wilts
and every love has its season,
and we’re moved by whims
just as much as those beautiful people
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