Timeless Beauty
Not the kind that flickers in the glass,
or lingers in a filtered frame ,
but the raw pulse beneath the skin,
the scar that tells a thousand names.
Timeless beauty is the ache of dawn,
when night’s shadows bleed into light,
the whispered truths in quiet bones,
the fight that lingers after fight.
It’s not in polished smiles, or lies
painted on like fragile masks,
but in the cracked and weathered earth
the soul that’s bled, the heart that asks.
Beauty is a wound that never heals,
a fire that sings through ragged veins,
the trembling breath of fragile hope,
the weight of sorrow, love, and pain.
It’s the hands that tremble in the dark,
the eyes that’ve seen the worst and stayed,
the courage stitched in broken threads,
the dreams that won’t be thrown away.
Timeless beauty is the fierce refusal
to be quiet, small, or tamed,
a wildflower growing through the cracks,
defiant, raw, unashamed.
It’s the echo of a mother’s lullaby,
the bones of laughter in the rain,
the whispered promise in the dust
to live, to break, to rise again.
No mirror holds this kind of truth,
no chisel carves its jagged grace,
it’s found in scars and whispered prayers,
etched deep within the human face.
So here’s to beauty, sharp and wild,
that bleeds beneath the flawless skin,
the kind that lives when light grows dim
the endless fight, the deep within.
@Grayceiy
Cheers 🥂
