Beauty
She had life vivid like the rain.
True and shinning, screaming her life to be free.
Every moment knocking mans heart.
She listlessly glided like a white dove
She each man’s envy, fear, and all’s desire.
Hated none but herself.
For she was doomed to be all’s greatest dream.
A white statue to admire.
The perfect picture of frozen time.
A memory never to held.
The cold shiny surface held all back.
Doomed to be an art exhibit, in a cage.
The greatest success always a failure.
If only she had known.
