Beauty

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, May 31, 2009 0 comments


 Her beauty was attacked indirectly by deceit
Attracting lies, wanting to be free
Of weariness longing such empathy to soothe
All that her beauty does hold true
Her story is sadness in broken fairytale
Confessions denied for the things that she wrote
Had it been me I'd have died for her honor
And not for a moment ever leave her alone
The fractured pieces I will not fail to mend
May not be enough to make her smile again
But I know in time she'll remember me well
For making her forget she's once withered in hell

Posted by Robert Anderson at Sunday, May 31, 2009
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