Emily Myers

(January 23,1990)

Beautiful Satiation


We carefully search for beauty where beauty never stood
I never did attain it, I knew I never could
The simple shapes of earth cannot satiate my need
I need true beauty; beauty like the world can never see
Mirrors lie and people judge the faults they themselves reflect
Pointing out my problems while ignoring their own regrets
Beauty is elusive, serpentine, slick, and rare
We find angelic features aplenty but true beauty isn’t there
Reflected not by mirrored glass, but in our good deeds
True beauty lies locked within our souls, and love is the only key

Submitted: Monday, April 16, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, February 15, 2011

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