My heart beats irregular inside this chest of mine. My words begin to stutter inside this mouth of mine. Your fragile beauty-held within the contexts of a mirror. Frail as a rose, but still beautiful because when I touch you, Your thorns do not prick. And I wonder if you�re as beautiful as you seem. Are the pieces of the mirror, shattered inside your heart? Are they pricking you, making you bleed ever into yourself? And your innocence is stained by this crimson blood, Pouring from the far depths of your soul. The crimson of the rose petal�forever fading. Forever falling.
I want to capture your captivating beauty And hold it in my eyes forever Maybe I could lock you in a glass cabinet And look upon your delicate allure While you watch the sky paint your dreams The dreams you kept eternally locked away. And I could stare at you all night, Underneath the burning moonlight Drowning in your translucent tears You are slowly wilting. Slowly dying inside your mirror. Your beauty is fading. No longer entrancing. I�d still give up the sunlight Just to gaze upon you at night And watch your tears shimmer Against the heavenly stars
