Jealousy ((Makes the loveliness fade))

Lovely veils of blackened lace
sleep silently, masking exhausted eyes.
They capture, gather, and retain,
all the star-lit tears she cries.

Poems whisper from a forked tongue,
rasping like blood against the sand.
The leaves turn green, only to die,
crushed beneath her scarred and ugly hand.

Rip into the pages of her book,
green and bleeding softer greys.
All the colors of her pretty photographs
fade subtley away.

Wrapped in denial and jealousy,
bitterness surging through her veins.
Once a fair and lovely girl,
she knows she'll never be beautiful again.