She is an old building, left alone to rot
Her body shows age quickly coming, but is covered with a thin shine of paint
Her soul is a swamp, a mix of mysterious and dark feelings
She walks around with bandages on her heart, unoticed
With a sign on her head, words unreadable
Used, Broken, Tormented, Torn
But still beautiful
tiffany fawcett
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-beautiful-3/
