Outer BeautyA Poem by Valentine
You are like an intricately carved door,
Outer beauty for all of, the eyes to see.
Lovingly polished, like a lustrous wood floor,
But as hard inside...as any wood can be.
You stay forever...locked in your shell;
So no one can see... what's inside.
Are you standing behind the doorway to hell;
Is that what you are trying to hide?
All of your beauty is on the surface;
For all of the world...to behold.
Your windows are trimmed in curtains of lace,
But...behind the door...you dwell in the cold...
Of an empty room...that still becons to me
With nothing of much value...lying within.
Beauty on the outside...behind lock and key;
Willing me...to step inside of that coldness again.
Still you stay closed...like a carefully carved door;
Forever locked...so no one can see...within.
Now I am on the outside and the world offers more;
Than that cold room, you locked yourself...away in.
Is it love that you fear...in that world where you are;
Locked away in the sad place, that you stay?
Do you know that happiness is really...not that far?
Behind that door do you know...what you threw away?
© 2017 Valentine
Shelved in 1 LibraryAdded on January 9, 2017
Last Updated on January 9, 2017
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