In a world of barbies, implants and a size 26 waist
heartache's no more prevalent than in her with a beautiful face.
No more wanted for her looks than her heart
her persona fades as soon as puberty starts.
She screams celebrity in a small town manner
In a world that passes judgement by how much you achieve
she must use her 'talents' as the world perceives.
As years go by her beauty's but a nuisance
to the person inside made up of more substance.
She SCREAMS celebrity in a small town manner
There's no plastic surgery to alter your soul
no place for outward beauty in the world of good will.
To wed true love's but a leap of trust
so she squanders her beauty as a matter of must.
For small town love in true Hollywood fashion.
there's no plastic surgery to alter your soul... so do as you can to change for the better. very beautiful poem.. full of truth. thanks md.
A very sad truth, but for those of us that see beauty not only on the surface but in another's soul, its love eternal. Well done. Perry Busch
I do understand it very good, Meagan. And yes, it is true! Nice poem! Regards Purple Rose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This rings true for both ends of the spectrum.