Beauty
my fortune cookie told me
that beauty does not lay on the face
it lays in the light of the heart you cannot see
its like the song the amazing grace
amazing grace how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me.
beauty comes from with in
but some don't see it that way
so this message i'll have to send
so they can see a beautiful day
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Beauty | 0 | 07/01/2009 |
| I Think I'm In Love With You Now | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| retarded | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
| all I ask of you | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
| karaoke | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
| sunburnt | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
| Stupid Wisdom Teeth | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
| heart | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
| Video games | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
| kendra | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
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