Beauty

A thing isn’t beautiful because it lasts
Beauty lies within the deepest pockets of the mind
Just because it lasts doesn’t mean a thing
To last means,  to adapt to new surroundings
He knew the secret on how to last long in the world
While she, she was beautiful, real beautiful
The type of beautiful that only shines after
Years of being smothered under the darkness
She could see the world for what it really was
A hopeless place that allowed the adaptable to succeed
But she outsmarted the world
She learned all its tricks, twisting them into her own
The saying, “Life dealt us a bad hand”
No longer applied to her
She turned the tables on the world giving it a bad hand
He no longer knew how to adapt in her new world
She gave him the new rules but he couldn’t follow
He didn’t last long after that
But she did, after all it was her world
She wasn’t beautiful because she adapted
She was just beautiful