Blood stained washcloth wiping away at a soul stained in secrets
how do you wipe the canvas clean without having to burn it

You adorn the swan that holds coffins under its wings, truths you wouldn't have found above water
You adorn the swan that masquerades it's elegance,claws that found their way to your heart
You adorn the swan that protects it's beauty for that's all it had,a gaze that left you with shame

Tethered robes that screamed struggle Soiled jewels that told mistakes I didn't want repeated
Torn photos,moments of regret I kept hidden under the bed

Doesn't it look beautiful