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Travesty

beauty in a world of darkness

By Laura OmvigPublished 5 years ago 2 min read

She's not the one that can wash the weather away

the one that wants to go and get away but feels she's gotta stay

for everyone in the world that never felt so picture perfect

for every boy and every girl who just never seemed worth it

in the back they'll trade their wages

trace the edges of their papers

fold them into cache wallets

and run from the chase

in arm, a bloody heart, goring up a victory case

it's a travesty, not knowing what to believe

to be beautiful

well who's to know what beautiful is?

melt away the faces

take us back to all the basics

majesty will lay in place

the result of every waste

for the children to all come

and wash it all away

well a girl in the front row

will stand and applaud

every difference in the crowd

every path she ever trod

every lie she made believe

was something only she could see

that the world was never really

what it seemed to be

but when the lights go down

she can feel the need to stand her ground

the crowd needs to hear what her heart yearns to sing out

but the stage is no place for a girl like her

it's a travesty, not knowing what to believe

to be beautiful

well who's to know what beautiful is?

melt away the faces

take us back to all the basics

majesty will lay in place

the result of every waste

for the children to all come

and wash it all away

time and time again she's fallen

into the brims of open doors

so called

they welcome all

until the man in charge refers,

"listen up, you're not welcome here until you shed your heart"

she's seen enough to know

that the world is broken

but her hands aren't quite big enough to reconstruct it

so she reaches up

she calls out

runs through the doors that never close

and the endless sky

never asks why

she's the way she is

but why she never came sooner

and it's a travesty, not knowing what to believe

to be beautiful

well who's to know what beautiful is?

He can melt away the faces

He'll take us back to all the basics

His majesty will lay in place

the result of every waste

for the children to all come

and wash it all away

surreal poetry

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