Beastly Beauty
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Don't call me beautiful
Then shatter my hope
Laugh at my hopes and dreams
As if they were a joke
Don't call me beautiful
Then ignore my existence
Call me up at late hours
He called me a Diamond in the Rough.
Did this mean I am admirable,
in a beastly world?
Am I just another flower
in a concrete jungle?
Or do I depict a mirage
on an old brick wall...
I know a boy, who is not a man, but a gentle beast
Not much too look at, Yet he managed to catch my eye.
Whose eyes have seen life’s greatest joys and her sorrows
