On Beauty

Just quoting reality.

The moon is glitter
My glitter being blood
A phrase, no blood
I see beauty bathed in red
Is it my eyes, or just verity
I wouldn't know
I am jealous of glitter
I am jealous blood
Have cried for a millennia
But still haven't been gifted.


Mother, why did you lie?
for lairs are to be punished
and you cannot be so
I see your face today
The mirror plays dare with me
shows you pretty, or anyone
I know i cant trust mirrors
Because you told me
tools given birth by humans
are the only ones that cannot be trusted.


Then how do you trust me?
For I am again your child
very, very human
This speaks truth, this speaks time
You pretend, you all do.
My beauty you shall all relish
the day I fly away
the day i close my eyes
Only then will you see my cherry
Only then will you appreciate.