Beauty Has No Eyes, It is Nothing but a Smile

by dollwithafrown   Apr 11, 2008


Two silhouettes stood, lost in space and time,
A mountain before them, each one they must climb.
But one had it easy and one had it rough.
One walked away because they'd had enough.

The girl who left was bold and brash,
Bowing to anything that ended in cash.
She had the face of an angel, a heart nearly dead.
Walking around her everyone lightly tread.

The girl who faced her demons was strong and kind,
Her face was disfigured, but she had a beautiful mind.
She sang lullabies of softness, putting a baby to sleep,
People listened to her and with happiness they'd weep.

The bold girl acted upon instincts of fear,
Her laugh like a cackle; unpleasant to the ear.
Groaning, everyone left her alone,
And walked to the girl whose smile brightly shone.

This girl stood with her arms stretched wide,
The scars on her face clearly hidden with pride.
Everybody sat and listened for a while,
Not wanting to leave the beautiful girl with the smile.

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  • 16 years ago

    by BrokenREALiTy

    Huh. What an interesting piece.
    First off, I love your title. It's catchy, and extremely interesting. It drew me to the piece, like what does it mean exactly?

    Your opening stanza is captivating to me. You portray one's life in one simple verse. The mountains that we climb ... We reach the top when we reach the peak of our lives. When you end with one walking away, you don't say which one. And it's absolutely great, the way you leave the reader questioning.

    She had the face of an angel, a heart nearly dead.
    Walking around her everyone lightly tread.
    `Though I liked the first line, I didn't adore the rhyme. It sounded forced, and I didn't really get it... but maybe that's just me.

    Groaning, everyone left her alone,
    `I didn't quite fancy it ... At times, your syllabication seemed rocky, but the flow still remained pretty smoothly, but here ... it just cut short and my tongue toppled over while reading it.

    The scars on her face clearly hidden with pride.
    `Stunning imagery! This actually made me want to become a better person ... I'm heavily scarred across my forehead, and I have a more severe version of keratosis pilaris on my legs, so I'm always insecure, but this line just ... inspirational to me. Beautiful wording.

    I find that your ending could've been stronger, but nonetheless, I really liked this piece.
    ..__MiNDYY

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