I know where beauty’s secrets lie.
We dance to whispers in her bed.
Dismiss, resist the fears that I
might be misled.
I know where beauty’s secrets fly
with fairy wings around my head.
And in the sky, we wave goodbyes
I know why beauty’s secrets cry.
She seals them up when she instead
should loose the thread that keeps them tied
to senseless dread.
And to her secrets I reply,
my heart has burst from what you’ve said.
The pieces rise like butterflies
that I have bled.
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