pallid pine
Written to a very special girl
Once upon a time was a mirror of reflection,
That reflected only the greatest of perfection.
Seen through it was purely their youth,
As else it showed the dreaded truth
Of their repugnant raisin skin,
And putrid, rotten akin.
So gaze in gentle fear,
And see you clear.
Your heart beats,
Afraid to meet
Whom to see.
A pretty she?
An ugly me?
Just let it be
And breathe.
Bathe beneath
The Sun’s seas
Of light’s breeze.
The mirror churns;
Soon will you learn
If you lean on beauty,
Or fall to awful scrutiny.
Your vision is turning blurry,
Though I wonder why you worry.
Tales are told of a tulip through stories,
Telling us of your elegance and endless glories.
For such a jewel to be as pretty as you are delightful
Is a charm cherished across all worlds who aren’t rightful
Of the sacred woman who brings false goddesses their faces hidden from both your gorgeousness and their grotesqueness;
Every mortal and immortal lost through life with their eyes closed, too ashamed to avow that they’ll always be less.
“Stand before me,
And witness a glory greater than envy.
For whom I reflect is a girl that beauty protects,
From atrocities and languishing facades, who all neglect
The pretty painted with passion and poetry that all read the same—
A hymn sung from the heavens of the flawlessness where she’s framed,
Resting eternally on an amethyst pedestal, where the world must admire;
An enchanted excellence eyed by eons’ thirst for apotheosis that they aspire
To become. Yet their shapeless wax burns along with dreams they can’t grasp,
Waning into the women who will never be you, so they wear a mask
To conceal the radiance that they will forever and ever lack,
Apart from the blinding light that this mirror refracts—
Your opulence, a gift shown to this mirror,
One I could never hold nearer.”
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