\What is beauty, and what does it cost?
Will paradise felt then, be forever lost?
Is it notorious, or is it inside?
Will its secrets be told, or will others forever them hide.
It consists of crystalline eyes, which no realities see.
A Carmine mouth, which no truth can speak.
Perfect ears, which listen to the loudest known silence,
And an unabridged nose which can smell not the strongest incense.
Blood stained cheeks,
Those never do blush.
Like it happens to me,
When speaking with a past love interest.
Soft tender hands with perfectly trimmed nails,
Yet to feel the softest skin they will forever fail.
What about the feet rarely attached to the floor?
They feel no pain, no ecstasy, never are they even sore.
Yes at first
Stricken by her beauty you will be
But hear me once and forever
It is not for free.
No matter how natural it may appear,
Its mask she paid for to hide her fear.
It is plastic, and hollow within,
It has no past, no present no future, it has never… been.
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