beautiful

there is no truth in lying

i can't cry without pain

happiness is a river we've been to

we all know that it's not the same

because it's beautiful

there is no fun in knowing

there is more than just that

sharpie marker on your arm and my face

hands so close to not touching

that this embrace is beautiful

and i won't smile

if i can't see

the understanding

the marvellous beauty

and i won't die

if you say to me

that all of this beauty

will never be

will never be meant for me