Beauty Poem by Medusa Waves

the look of beauty is judged by many eyes
a woman hides her fatigued eyes with black lines
she puts a blush, where there is none, but a pale smile
she make believes to be someone who knows all about style
but can barely makeout who she is or why she lives in her lies
time cannot make a liar wise-for not even the priest can reach the skies
only beneath the earth will she see that beauty truly lies beneath the skin
and all the theories that she once believed-wither her body to display what beauty she held within