Everything

I wrote this about a random woman I saw, by societies standards she wasn't perfect nobody is, but she was beautiful nonetheless.

In general, this poem is about the beauty that really means something.

The distance between now humanity and the humanity when,
Twisted lead makeup,
And everything covering faint expressions.

The simple ways,
The non-manufactured beauty of beauty,
Where it stood,
The odd freckles,
The unshaven eyebrows,
The redness in the hair,
The glint of her eyes through the pessimistic visage of what she was.

And they all spoke to me,
And simply,
With all of them,
I couldn't breathe, 
They were the everything,
And the anything.

The End

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