Withered Rose

...Ashes, ashes, they all fall DOWN...
2005-06-06 03:29:53 (UTC)

Not so different & Beauty is a pill-poems...

"Not so different"

The two seemed so very different
Yet in many ways they are the same
Both searching for true love, true friendship
Along with the truth about themselves
Both lost, confused, scared, learning to trust
Oh yeah, and both aching for love
Which they unexpectedly find
In each other
Love

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"Beauty is a Pill"

Beauty is a drug
One gets so entirely absorbed in her own appearance
Priorities get out of order
One changes deeply inside as well as the changes one forces
or tries to make on the outside
One may be addicted to this thing, called beauty
One may crave the Beauty
Never feel the same
Mind controlling, perception changing, feelings altered
Beauty is a drug, a potent drug
Extraordinary lengths taken to get what one needs, what one
craves, or what one simply desires.
Society is wrong
Make noise
Don't listen
To their standards
Use your own mind

©
....withered..rose.....




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