Beauty

Your beauty,
Isn't for me,
You will give it to the whores,
The disenfranchised and forlorn.
You grace the loud Americans,
You smile at drunks in stinking dens,
You're dazzling and ablaze,
You leave them lost and dazed.

Your beauty
Cannot possibly,
Be free of charge.
It's just too large!
You'll give it to the crowding mass,
Their probing eyes, their minds so crass,
And then the lights will all come on,
They look around, and then you're gone,
A fleeting glimpse, a stirring word,
A snatch of laughter's all they've heard,
And I want more, I want it all,
But if I reach out I'll surely fall,
To others you come easily,
But you're just out of reach for me.

Your beauty,
isn't for me.
I'll turn my mind to spite and scorn,
To multiple partners and internet porn,
To closed off minds, to tattered hearts,
To nights that can tear me apart,
To hate and rage and solitude,
To an angry, sullen attitude -
If I can't have you, what's the use?
Henchforth my anguish will serve as my muse.

Your beauty's all I've wanted,
Ever since we kissed and parted.
And you'll grace the world with your devotion,
But you made me feel emotion.