Beautiful
By Soule and Jonathon
Porcelain – milk; or baby powder
the soft skin that I remember...
Just another morning routine,
meet, love, leave, leave love...
But the dirt outshines the meat.
This fruit of a relationship;
not dense, yet it still doesn't float our boat.
I close my eyes, and see you;
Miss Everything...
I miss everything.
Stubborn hearts make tough people,
& vice versa, but you wish it was that way.
No longer, no... No longer are we,
outside it's play, every day...
It is a play & we are actors, on a stage.
I wish though, if I had another penny –
let the stage just another re-run...
Remembering the good ones,
the times when clocks didn't matter...
If only things were the same,
but now the pain is different...
Swallow a bullet in this game of Russian Roulette,
sorry the angels weren't there to rescue you again.
Ignore me for laughing as you bleed on your dress,
it just reminds me of a child painting off the canvas.
Your golden locks remind me of crystal under the sun,
shining like my Cadillac & attracting my dire attention.
Skin shows the resemblance of a cloud in the morning,
like you've seen a ghost, your cold to the very touch.
The leaves of Autumn follow you like cars on a train,
it's a radiance around you while everything else is gray.
I'd tell you something, but I guarantee you know,
you're so beautiful, that it's impossible to see your pain.