Don’t ever waste the word beautiful on me
I will never be obliged, smile and take it willingly

For beauty is a desolate vanity that I cannot bare
When it leaves, one becomes broken in the wake of its despair

Nothing beautiful will remain constant unless in vain
Where there is allure lies unjustifiable, loneliness...pain

Even those, whose beauty is so apparent as the day
They too are plagued with unhappiness that cannot be misplaced

Don’t ever waste the word beautiful on me
For beauty doesn’t matter, if there is no one there to see