We were,
A treat to the eyes
A myth to their lies
The silver lining of innocence
In the end of a viscious tie
We were as painfully beautiful
As the sparks that fly out of two frictional objects
Wearing and tearing the edges apart
And yet, the little fireworks show attract audience
People really do love to observe destruction
First slowly yet steadily and then,
All at once
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
We were,
A treat to the eyes
A myth to their lies
The silver lining of innocence
In the end of a viscious tie
We were as painfully beautiful
As the sparks that fly out of two frictional objects
Wearing and tearing the edges apart
And yet, the little fireworks show attract audience
People really do love to observe destruction
First slowly yet steadily and then,
All at once
It's not just roses that look beautiful and yet cause pain with their thorns are touched
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