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There is more to love than beauty,
there is more to love than lust,
one day my face will wrinkle and my hair will fade,
one day all that will be left is my poetry an a memory of a girl who lived here in the past,
so beauty can wait because I feel what you see on the inside counts more than what is on the out,
and I do not wish to spoil my time here with only a face that was loved,
I wish to linger in the world today,
if only that long,
and have those around me enjoy my company,
rather than dread it,
I wish for everyone to see me for what is on the inside instead of what is on the out,
because although i'm not sure i'm right,
I believe what is there,
is more beatiful than the stars that shine at night,
or even more so than the flowers that bloom in twilight's haze ,
I believe the soul inside weather covered black,
with misreatment and sadness,
is more beatiful than anything you can find,
in nature or in a box that all of "those" people,
labled as beauty