A thing of beauty is an awesome thing to see.
But where is the beauty, or the art, in hurting me?
You fancy you’re an artist, and you beautify the world;
But are these marks here, truly beautiful?
You’ve engraved your special signature forever on my soul;
And I’ll never be as pure, or as trusting as before.
And I sometimes hear you whisper, and I almost can believe,
That the pretty things you speak about
Aren’t really make-believe.
And it’s true, a thing of beauty is an awesome thing to see.
But where is the beauty, or the art, in hurting me?
Have I sacrificed my innocence in vain?
No, now I know:
Just because you make things pretty;
Doesn’t mean you’re beautiful.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
A Thing of Beauty
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Heart-felt and crafted beautifully as always, my friend. Yes, great artists can be ugly people. Talent or genius does not a saint or even a decent person make.
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