The Beat
I used to have wings
They dripped golden light
And were as strong as the hardest steel
My wings had their own music
And sang along to my beating heart
You didn't used to have wings
All you had were your looks
You dressed sharp
In all your self-centered glory
And covered your ugliness with sweet blood
One day we met
One quick look and I was shark bait
You sang sad songs that made me cry
And changed the beat of my heart
Even sadder was how much I loved it
One day I turned my back to you
Exposing my wings
They dripped sweet blood
And sang to my sad beat
In your eyes they weren't enough
When I finally looked towards you
You smiled and I smiled back
Then you turned me back around
Tore off my lyrics
Trying to see the real me beneath it
You ripped off my wings
Hoping you'd find something as hideous as you
Instead you saw something sweeter than blood
That dripped golden light
The beat that can never be yours
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