Skin deep

You run behind the made up faces, the pale skinned petites. Do you look beyond those factitiousness and search for their soul?

You grieve and sigh about the beautiful ones you cannot have. Do you notice that you are neglecting the one who cares for you the most?

Your eyes drift across the room and hang on lustily to the skimpy dressed brown head. Do you acknowledge the one sitting opposite to you starry eyed, narrating her precious events?

You search for beauty in the faces, on their skin, the way they walk, the manner they dress. Do you ever wonder how beautiful it can be to find a heart that just throbs for you, instead?

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