Beauty is Pain
You ripped my heart out of my chest
You threw it on the ground
And it shattered into a million pieces
You threw the pieces into a raging fire
And it turned into ash
You blew the ash into my eyes
I then began to cry
My tears carried the remaining particles to the ground
And from those tears
A tree began to grow
From my broken heart
From my tears
From my pain, beauty came
But it will never replace
The ache in my chest
That comes everytime someone says your name
Nothing will ever fill this void
Beauty has came from pain
My pain
Beauty, is pain.
This poem is about:
Me