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You force them into silence
With promises and false democracies
But it's with flowers, not violence
That you keep a swarm of bees
'This is my favorite park,'
I tell you, your hand holding mine
We're stealing kisses in the dark
You laugh as you look around
At the broken trunks and fallen leaves
Nothing but dirt decorating the ground
'I've seen prettier places,'
You reply as you imagine daisies,
Freshly cut grass and paradise
'It's about the memories,'
I say, hand falling to my side
You look away as you try to hide
The confusion, clear in your eyes
You don't get it and you seem content
To never look back, live in the moment
Even though in the same park we both stand,
While flashbacks play through my head
To you, it's just another piece of land
No matter how much we share, my darling,
My nostalgic heart you'll never understand
How pretty is a deadly thing
Under your control?
How much pleasure does it bring
Your damaged, darkened soul,
Having such a pretty knife to hold?


Oh, aren’t deadly things the best?
When the terrors come at night
And they lay your mind to rest
When he sleeps by your side
And you don’t need them to fight
Did he pass some kind of test?


Oh, aren’t deadly things beautiful?
You protect when under protection
Low self esteem but looking dreadful
So you add him to your collection
Judging by the way he gets you
He must be a deadly thing, too.


Oh, aren’t deadly things the best
Sleeping peacefully on your chest?
A pretty bird born free
That feels beauty is for others

What her mirror sees
Are the blemishes undiscovered

Has a set of wings
Yet keeps them folded under

Born to loudly sing
But took on self doubt as her lover

Lives her life as is
She has never known another

Sitting on her perch
In the cage she's built around her
The title I took from an Elton John song.
I tried to think of another one
but feel this fits best...
I know how this ends
Violent words with sharp edges
Cutting through a fragile mind
The poison of loneliness
Never one to be kind
Towards a beating heart

I know how this ends
Thunderstorms and hurricanes
A waterfall of thoughts
Echoing through his head
Where once music played
Now there’s screaming instead

I know how this ends
Never mind how it began
He knows not what he’s doing
Too numb to make a plan
It’s himself he’ll end up losing
Unless you offer him a hand
Wash your eyes
And say goodbye
It's just another day

Nothing lasts forever
Keep holding on
Turn the other way

Enjoy the moments
For moments pass
And time won't wait

Dry your face
You're the writer
Don't believe in fate

Close this chapter
Let things go
When they can't stay

Wash your eyes
And say goodbye
It'll be okay
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