Creative poetry - Still Beautiful.
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Carly Swannell Creative Writing Still Beautiful Flesh torn away from bone. That's how much it hurts, To see you wasting away, Watching this happen to you. Tell me am I still beautiful? It's all you can utter to me, The only thing you care about. Through all of life's trials, You've still retained your vanity. So am I still beautiful? I have to look away from you, Your ravaged body so tragic, If only you'd been happy before, Realised you were beautiful then. Look at me, am I still beautiful? And so I look again, Past your delicate bony body. In through your bloodshot eyes, The windows of your heart and soul. Can you see if I'm still beautiful? Within I can see who you were, So happy and still there after all, And I can see who you are, You're buried deep within. I need to know if I'm still beautiful. You were so perfectly pure, Underneath it all you always are. So I can smile at you and say, Yes, I can see you're still beautiful. You're still beautiful...


