when my anger dulls
when we're through
maybe I'll still try to
get through to you
but for now I'll just mull over
the words you didn't mean
our yellow rose
crystalline and serene
covered in my frost
and your coldness
towards me
so scary your boldness
are you still hurt?
are you moved past?
you glued me to the carpet
as you outlast
your Beauty turned me
into the Beast
obsessed with that rose
other passions ceased
I turned to insanity
talked to my pots and pans
while you laughed
and drew in the sand
you sit at the beach
and ignore my call
you horrible angel
the seagulls caw
so beautiful they tell you
you put them on
a crowd follows curious
manicures in the lawn
I sit in my emptiness
I search for my vest
to pretend I'm normal
that I'm at my best
my growls scared away everyone
your singing heard southeast
because you are the Beauty
and I'm still the Beast
