Beauty (2`nd edit)

She was left there
Soaking wet from the rain
They never looked back
Even once

They tied eachothers tounges
Closed every mouth
And spoke nevermore
Of her

Her life vanished behind
New paint on the walls
And fresh new
Hardwood floor

Pictures dissapeared
In a stove
With the ashes
Screams were silenced

The name of beauty
Covered by fresh ink
Only they could see
The name beyond

And the rest
Was the work of nature
Consuming what was left
Of beauty



Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2008-05-25 at 15:29

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