Sleeping Beauty

There is a sleeping beauty that lies within.

It rests in piece while your mind frets and struggles, while you have trouble making sense of it all.

Life can be complicated, hard, and very rarely easy,

And your mind is left to deal.

Your heart, usually, sits in quiet,

Sleeping, a sleeping beauty.

The beauty is only ever woken by the aftermath of a kiss,

When the beauty is almost set on fire with joy.

The joy makes your mind and your heart race,

Your not-so-sleeping-beauty hopes it will never end.

But happiness always comes at a price,

And it is usually sad.

Your beauty splits in two with grief,

Sad and heart-breaking grief.

The only tonic is to lie down and cry,

To sleep once more.