A Poem, on a Poet

A poem about a dear friend, who also happens to be a poet.

Beauty
The kind
That lasts through time
Through heartbreak
Betrayal
Pain
Suffering
Distrust
Denial
Not outward
But inward

The kind of beauty
Betrayed on paper
Each word
Each phrase
Each sentence
Full of life
Devoid of lies
Confusing and clear
Understandably
At once

The kind of beauty
Through the body
The eyes
Auburn and hazel
The soul
Mysterious and obvious
The smile
Empty and honest
The hands
Artists hands
The walk
Deliberate and slow

The beauty
Of insanity
Mildly eroticizing
Inward and outward
Truth and lies
A living legend
That will someday die

Author's Note

It's supposed to sound a little choppy, each word on its own.