A pretty face
Wide eyes
A lovely shape
So why does she cry

Many stared from near
and far
Always beckoning there and here
offering the stars

They wanted her beauty
they want her wit
They want her humility
But throw it away when they have it

Some talk of forever
Some just play games
Some will have her never
Some will say she is the same

Her innocence was taken
with every vile word
Her smiles she was faking
Her torture no one heard

Their perverse wicked ways
Left her dirty and broken
Even through not a caress was lain
The real damage were the words spoken

Now she tries to hide
in her shell
She tells herself her beauty is a lie
As she lives in her own silent hell

The love of ones beauty over-exposed, shows a hipocrites turned-up nose

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Really deep poem.

adding to your poem


a beauty is who you are
as others dont see
as your heart has a huge soul
and warm sensation
that shows of all the beauty that
is around.
hand a yellow rose. of friendship
and love
hand a red rose of passion and content
either way handing a rose shows
what kind of person they could be
even though you may tend to hide in
your own inner shell. its a reason
that is totally ment to be