Beauty is dangerous
A rose of plenty thorns
Many are the fallen
Where her sullen frown adorns
Beauty is fleeting
Fickle as a friend
Always ambiguous
Impossible to depend
Beauty is obvious
Hollow inside
A superficial splendour
Where no depth or feeling hide
Beauty is corrosive
Acid word slipped by sultry tongue
Needy and neurotic
Like bunting, highly strung
Beauty is habitual
A narcissistic work of art
Only knowing self love
Quelled the fires of the heart
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