Tale
as old as time
True
as it can be
Oh
so many friends
Then
the party ends
Unexpectedly
Forced
to live alone
Loneliness
that kills
Tale
as old as time
Sadness
old as rhyme
Beauty and
the pills.
Once
she was so young
Flush
with lovely youth
Now
she is so old
The
mirror is so cold
She cannot
face the truth
She
who wooed the crowds
Lovers
at her feet
Now
she sits at home
Forgotten
and alone
Her
bitterness is sweet
Now
she takes to bed
“A
cure for all her ills”
Tale
as old as time
Sadness
old as rhyme
Beauty and
the pills
Tale
as old as time
No
reason and no rhyme
Beauty
and the pills
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