by Danielle Mundy
Thursday, July 19, 2007
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tell me what is left of interest
when what you have is mere beauty
a flighty possesion thriving for but a season
not a thought in that pretty head
outside of lipsticks and shopping trips
and your blood is pumped by a vain
and shallow heart
who will you turn to, my sweet
when the physical blessings fade
and that fickle heart strays
and what once made you happy
turns away, bitter and disgusted
what will be your lure
when you've nothing to disguise
that vicious tongue and its venom
and the sinful delights you reap
from others' trepidations
define beauty and what it seeks
for yours truly lies skin deep
if it even penetrates that far below the surface
tell me one more time
how much yours surpasses mine
I'll smile and nod just like you want me to
but you know that deep inside
you're ugly in a way I'll never be
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A powerful philosophical perspective, Danielle. Harsh, honest, and real. Love and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Very well written!!
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Enjoyed very much,Hugsss|
|Reviewed by Leo Durrant
|Very eloquent and precise.
I enjoyed it.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|I love the way this says it all, vanity is a curse that never fails to amaze me for as the poem suggests...beauty on the exterior is fleeting beauty on the inside is timeless.
|Reviewed by Robert Fullerton
|Well, that certainly leaves nothing unsaid or unfelt..
A truly delicious read, Danielle..Thank you...