Beautiful
Beautiful, despite the lies.
Beautiful, despite the cries.
When angels fall with broken wings, the time will come for better things.
Beautiful, the loaded gun.
Still shining brighter than the sun.
The pied piper will come for everyone.
The pains, the aches; they'll soon fade away.
But now remain the scars.
What will you do?
I'd love to see, this plan of yours.
What will it be?
Copyright © Alex Cheasty | Year Posted 2018
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