Once I saw a melting star
like wax on colored paper
the stain was a bitter scar
but the mark it left was safer
Its loathsome in its flavor
but sweet to the taste
a gilded tempting luxury
a forlorn estate
if love could be as futile
as emphatic as this state
man would know not blood
nor the chance to retaliate
swimming in the cold water
the warmth it grieves and shears
has been torn asunder
by the grimace of fear
count to three
and one can see
the leftover meat
was intended to rot
now a flower grows
a bird of paradise
in the fire which blows
upon my lips and vice
im falling
but this time i wont break
only live to breathe in
his deepest heartache
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