The Grace of Impurity
Oh what poor fortune!
To look most beautiful,
When you're feeling least so.
How much sorrow was heaped upon you,
So one might see you pout,
To make that beauty grow?
Breathtaking frown,
When life gets you down,
Cruelty of fate such an elegant blow.
To look most beautiful,
When you're feeling least so.
How much sorrow was heaped upon you,
So one might see you pout,
To make that beauty grow?
Breathtaking frown,
When life gets you down,
Cruelty of fate such an elegant blow.
posted by Ultra Toast Mosha God at 6:35 AM
2 Comments:
Hmm, that is interesting.
I wonder if it's ironic or honest?
I hope for the former because it would be quite sad as the later.
I like this one quite a bit.
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