The Little Things - Poem by Doug Rife
Beauty is fragile,
So easily lost,
And everyone wants it
Even at such high costs.
Money thrown away
On nail polish and hair spray
When I think she is most beautiful
Without a mask covering her face.
Hollywood turned dreams to tears
As girls scream about the little things
Such as their nose or their ears
When all the men see past
And they wonder why these girls are so sad
About the little things.
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