Outside Beauty comes and goes, but your inner strength and personality stays like a tattoo.
When one realizes that beauty doesn't mean color or perfection, one can see the beauty
In the laughter they bring, the hearts they build, and the one's they touch.
When that is achieved, all else seems a lie
But then you feel great and beautiful, even on the outside...
beauty is pride and beautiful are supposed to be cruel to hearts.. like this poem and hope my poems will touch your heart... maybe if you read them..thanks for comments..