Beautiful Things Die Too, Ya Know
She is young and beautiful
like the greatest art ever created.
She knows it
and every time she looks into the mirror
she's proud of her skin.
She's the beauty every man wants
and for good reason.
She’s sometimes superficial.
In her mind she is a gift from God
(and maybe she’s right).
But the strings of youth will one day snap.
now a smooth and shining matter,
will curl against the flames of time.
Those eyes, the ones with which she melts the minds of men,
will weaken and dissolve into empty sockets.
a fair blonde,
will slowly turn overcast gray.
Her pretty young nails all painted red
will become brittle, maybe even yellow
if she keeps puffing on those cigarettes.
And one day,
beauty that now lives like the most magnificent flower
will become faded, like the pages of a priceless book,
and die just like everything wonderful does.