Beauty Is Beast

Listen good to her whispers faint,

Be fooled not by her guise, sly

Not all that glitters, is gold

For a past once haunted a saint

And there is such a thing,

That Beauty is beast.

 

She wears her heart on her sleeve

And in the depth of night, cries herself to sleep

Not all is told in a picture’s caption

Her cupboard of skeletons is creaking.

And there is such a thing,

That Beauty is beast.

 

Trouble in paradise, yet supposed nonchalance,

That rainbow of a smile veils her gloom.

Not all roads, have been to greener pastures,

She holds all in, but the cracks dance

And there is such a thing,

That Beauty is beast.