the price of looking

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"The Price of Looking"

 

 

You could treat me better.

 

That much is true.

 

My friends gather
around the evidence,
holding up pieces
of a trampled heart.

 

They call it suffering.

 

I call it beauty.

 

Great beauty comes
with a price,
they say.

 

Not always nice.
Always looking good.

 

A cross to bear
in love's tangled game.

 

What can I do?

 

I could have chosen
someone less lovely.

 

Instead,
I keep paying
for the view.

 

 

 

 

 

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