The story was told
That of a beauty and a beast.

Her selflessness,
Is why they named her beauty.
His hazardousness,
Is why they referred to him as beast.

He had chaos in his mind
Lost faith in human kind.

With the idea of loving, she settled.
Anywhere she went
She left behind rose petals.

Beauty met beast
Like fresh water meets salt.

Both oceans meet
However cannot be mixed.
She floated on top of his salty being.

As soon as her delicate fingers
Touched his soul
His chest opened up.
Tears, he couldn't stop.

'I have seen many beautiful eyes.'
- He said.

'However, never have I witnessed
Such selflessness.
Among the good people
The beauty belongs, I speak no lies.'

She was his poem
He was her song.

She adored him
With nothing but her raw heart.

Yet the beast
Became a victim
Of his own (deadly) thoughts.

In her gaze
He saw nothing but pureness.

She deserved more than
Staring into
The beast's lifeless dead end eyes.

She's the one.
- Roling dice.

'I cannot do this.'
- He said.
'I forbid you to love me.'

'Would you forbid any winged creature
To use its beautiful wings.
For it to never fly again?'
- The beauty replied.

'I'll wait, i'll wait a thousand waits
For you to love me
As much as you love your chaos."
- She said.

Death silence
Heart ache
Sleepless nights
Wide awake.

Out of the blue:
'I am a beast
A beast who loves you'
- He said.
'For I forbid you to love me.'

A wise man once said
Love should not be shared
Even though it is there.

He let her go
For his chaos
He loved more.

Beauty and the (deadly) beast.



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