The Ghosts of my past.

July 31st, 2009-Beautiful Disaster

He holds her head in his hands,

and realizes her pain;

He hugs her, but she can’t hug back;

As they stand amongst the rain;

She has the beauty of a flower;

Her eyes are like the sky.

She buries them into his hands;

And he feels the tears she cries.

She’s his beautiful disaster.

She’s flying in the clouds;

He’s holding her so closely, that,

Her touch just makes him proud.

Oh, beautiful disaster.

She turns her face away from him,

She cannot stand his innocent eyes;

‘Cause every time she looks in them;

She sees broken promises and lies.

He has hands as soft as petals;

He had a soul that understood;

She thought he’d really loved her;

But no real man ever could.

He’s her beautiful disaster;

He’s flying in the clouds;

But he couldn’t catch her as she fell;

And the faster she went down.

Oh, beautiful disaster.