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beauty is my enigma.



i am not with it or without it.

in it's simplest form it is but a smile or whim,

but deeply, and in secret,

it is a blossoming emotion that envelopes a soul.

a true and wonderful thing.



the description,

like perfection,

lies on the tip of every tongue.

though we can pronouce it,

we'll never know it's true meaning.

i feel that this mystery will always remained unsolved.



we can search the globe,

search or minds,

search ourselves,

but it will always evade human hands.



beauty, like a feeling, is fleeting.

we cannot hold it, grasp it, cling to it, describe it, or claim it.

it is a goal that we aim for,

a goal that will never be accomplished.



yet so many poeple say it without a second thought.

all those meaningles utterances

seem to catch the breeze and float away.

you'll never know what it means to be beautiful.



i would like to say it, without ignorance.

i'll finaly find something, someday,

that is actually worthy of such a word.

of such a description.



yet you, with your stupid mouth,

seem to let the word fly out whenever it carelessly opens.

how can you sit there and say those things?

you say i am beautiful despite my argument, though.



so when you tell me i'm beautiful,

i'll never understand it.

because how can i be beautiful

when i have such an ugly heart?