Put It All On Beauty Poem by Hontonnu Dominic

I will not miss you
Not for once cos your beauty now have consequence
And you've stab my heart with it then bleam it all on beauty
You've got carry away by the lust of money
And sold your soul for beauty
You said it not you, that they love what they see that's why they keep coming
You said you are too young as if you will never get old
You now make husbands your best friend
And money your companion
But now you said it was a mistake
Your mistake will be my luck
Your pain will be my gain
Your hell my heaven
In your tears i will rejoice
In your defeat my own victory will arise