Beauty

I see the beauty in her face, wondering why she must cry. 

she's lovely as silk and lace, but all she wants is to die.

she's always been my pride and joy, 

and everyday by and by I see her in the void.

If she where to ever go 

There are so many things I would miss

And one thing I surely know 

I'd never forget her sweet kiss.

To me she is a shining light, 

maybe one day she will know not to give up the fight, 

and be as peaceful as the snow.

From the Poet (Roberta H.): I wrote this poem to let my daughter, who has tried to kill herself recently know how I feel about things, and her in general.

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