a salty treason made of tears
betraying her subtly for the tender heart she has
as she counted souls on the road to perdition
she asked that they all spare an ounce of paint
so she could wrest a better image for herself in
the fashion magazines
lovely she lay wrapped in the golden glow of sunlight
expressing all of her hopeful dreams
that others would have left littering the road to redemption
lovely she inked herself into the trending news
and spread a carpet of rose petals for her to lay on
waiting for rescue
we are all lovely on the road to perdition
we all dream big dreams of where we always hoped to be
we all paint our loves on our sleeves
in brilliant colors
never expecting the tears
never wanting a salty treason