She was beautiful with tragedy and melancholy stitched throughout her heart She smiled every now and then but her teeth were stained with misery
No one could notice
She was drowing in tears
As she stood in the open down pour of rain
It was the absence of joy
And bad luck with love
Never having a reason to fall
I wanted to lie
Make up some cliché
Tell her something
Anything
Life...
It gets better
(but more often worse)
Love...
Will raise you up
(but more often break you down)
But I'm a terrible liar
And a petty thief
And we have never crossed paths
And would never be face to face
In the black and greys of her
Every changing eyes
I could see the
Unmistakable Fires and madness
You only find in the
Purest fires of love
Flames that burn too hot
For mere mortals to approach or hold
Fools burn from the inside
Until their nothing but ash
But she didn't seem
To notice
Or feel them at all
Unknown miles away
I could hear their sirens call
Feel their watmth
Like a slow burning poison
That slides coolly down
Your throat
And then without warning
Snuffs the life from your heart
It leaves a smile on the corpses left behind
For most of them
It was a good way to die
The last thing to see
That beautiful
Tragic
Melancholy
Miserable
Love
Sputtering
From her
Stitched Heart