Friday, April 3, 2009

Beautiful Fool...

3 hours to get ready. 4 hours once you've done your hair. But the outer is all that you work so hard to prepare. You beautiful fool... You make up ya eyes, ya lips, ya fingers and toes. Painstakingly picking out the right shoes & clothes. But your inner is starving, you don't adorn your soul. You beautiful fool... Men see you and grin. They use you for pleasure until they are spent. Not one has stayed. They've all come and went (in more ways than one). Why do you think that is? You beautiful fool... You don't think of anything deeper than how you look. Don't judge the cover, til you read the book. But your pages are empty. Here, take a look. You beautiful fool... You use your looks to get by. Praying they don't find the emptiness inside. But they see your eyes have a 'vacancy' sign. You beautiful fool... Now the years have passed and you're all alone. No man, no home... Nothing your own. Your looks have faded., passed you, your life has flown... Nothing to show. You beautiful fool...

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