Type 40 - Beauty Is Not What It Seems

Beauty is a curse
Trapping those who believe
Taken for granted
The gifts bestowed in perpetuity
First it is given
Used by those driven
To take advantage
Of those transfixed by what they see

Finally taken away
Leaving those lost and betrayed
Withered, withdrawn
Tired and forlorn...

Bitter and lost in despair
Forgotten by all...
A brief moment in time
Adoring public slowly declines
Won and lost on the roll of a die
Beauty is not what it seems

Left to fend with no friends
Those you had disappeared
Left you high
When you were no longer flavour of the month
Dropped like a stone
Pariah of the highest order
Left to rot
In the graveyard of popularity

Finally taken away
Leaving those lost and betrayed
Withered, withdrawn
Tired and forlorn...

Bitter and lost in despair
Forgotten by all
A brief moment in time
Adoring public slowly declines
Won and lost on the roll of a die
Beauty is not what it seems
All lost on an ill chosen word
A long perfected image shattered
No longer amongst the favoured
Beauty is not what it seems

Bitter and lost in despair
Forgotten by all...
A brief moment in time
Adoring public slowly declines
Won and lost on the roll of a die
Beauty is not what it seems

Written by:
Lewis Brunton

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