She moves with the grace of calm waters,
Such a soothing presence,
A shining light whose brightness never falters,
A remedy to emotional ailments,
A beautiful specimen sculpted to perfection,
Beauty that inspires muses,
Skin smooth like black porcelain,
One glance and you are taken in by her angelic features,
Every curve on her body bears testimony of God's kindness,
A beautiful painting on God's canvas,
Her inner beauty is without a doubt a match to the frame,
I watch her from a distance as a stranger without a name,
Observing her flawless grace, but something is amiss,
I read a story of pain and hurt from the makeup on her face,
Her weary eyes betray the distrust born out of hurt,
What was once a loving heart is now filled with hate,
Over and over again she has been taken advantage of,
And every time pieces of her soul are ripped open she sows seeds of revenge,
Builds walls around her and never feels safe with a man,
never dates one unless hurting him is in the plan,
Convinces herself that its strength,
But never gives herself a chance to taste a relationship's true worth,
A vicious cycle is born,
she doesnt know it but bitterness is born and it leaves her torn,
Alone in the dark she feels unwanted,
Cries to herself, all her escapades leave her haunted,
Unconsciously the layers of her makeup become denser,
Her face emotionless each day moving closer to being a Geisha,
The deeper the cracks in her heart the more makeup she appplies,
The more she tries to hide them the bigger
the reminder its all lies,
Her smile no longer radiates in her eyes,
Its true beauty lost to a slow demise,
Her happy face is a mask. Tears of a geisha.
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