A SHORT ARTICLE OF BEAUTY.

"HER BEAUTY IS LIKE A BUNCH OF ROSE"

An Ink is needed to complete a story. 

Happiness is needed to complete beauty. 

You say I am beautiful. 

A woman with beautiful wrinkles, slagged boobs, stretch marks, and also faded skin Color. 

Beauty. Beauty is ageing. 

You call me beautiful. That means not only what you see me as but also what my heart tells you. 

Even with scars at her back and the acne on her face. She is still beautiful. 

Her beauty is like a bunch of rose. Not only the white rose but  also the red rose. 

Yes!  The thorns are painful, the accusations are disturbing, the insults are worrisome. 

She is still beautiful. 

She dances naked infront of her spouse. 

With a lackadaisical spirit. 

 

Regardless of the color of rose she wants to become

She smells awesome. 

But yeah

Sometimes she studies the theory of comparison. 

And look down on herself. 

Beauty speaks. 

She wanna be a great one. 

She wanna make a million dollars. 

She wanna make a billion dollars and bring it to her mom saying this is what you prayed for. 

Because of her beauty, she throws away all doubts. Listening to all positivity. 

She is not only beautiful with the most expensive  jewelries. She is also living her best life. 

Roses needs water to stay healthy

She needs happiness.