I used to have a beautiful home.
It was three stories high,
Only three years old.
I used to have a beautiful lawn.
A hundred meters wide,
And never too tall.
I should've known that,
Beautiful things never last.
I used to have a beautiful mom.
She was young at the time,
Gave me all I need.
I used to have a beautiful friend.
She was in all my dreams,
All I ever wanted.
I should've known that,
Beautiful things never last.
I used to have a beautiful face.
Not a spot to be seen,
Not a hair misplaced.
I used to have a beautiful mind.
Every thought was perfect,
So pure and kind.
I should've known that,
Beautiful things never last...
What I should've known,
Is what I was shown!
It's when I grew up,
Now I am corrupt.
What I should've known,
Is what I know now!
I now understand,
Now I can't stand.
It all fell down...
I used to have a beautiful home.
But a fire was lit,
And it burned down.
I used to have a beautiful lawn.
Now the grass has died,
No life to be found.
I should've known that,
Beautiful things never last.
I used to have a beautiful mom.
Now she is old and worn,
Doesn't care anymore.
I used to have a beautiful friend.
Now she is dead and gone,
On her grave I stand.
I should've known that,
Beautiful things never last.
I used to have a beautiful face.
Now it's covered with tears,
And scars and bruises.
I used to have a beautiful mind.
Now I quiver with fear,
By the memories,
Inside...
Run!
I need to hide!
Fall!
The formaldehyde!
Run!
But not too fast!
Fall!
It could never last!
Forget the past,
Beautiful things never last.
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Metaphorical Metamorphosis
PoetryThe second major Album of mine! I enjoy writing songs immensely, therefore I have decided it's time to start my next Album. This Album is mostly about change, and figurative uses of expressing it. This one will be a little less profane and crazy tha...
