Beautifier

The cream of art

Has beautified her

With skin, glowing like the sun

Radiant as the star

Here she stands

Lonely and waiting

For her beautifier to call

To project her to the world

Tender caresses, she craves

Hurtful prompters, she beholds

As she waits on

Her beautifier is gone

To beautify others

Now, it is left to this amateur heart

To make her decisions

To trail on life’s sticky road

Without clinging to the ground

“I’ll move on,” she says

As she recognises her beauty

The crafty lines in her head

And with the ballpoint in her hands

She starts to create

Inspired by art, her beautifier

She explores the world

At last, she rules the world.