Dark Paradise
I stuttered emotions I should not know
Pulling rubber bands against my skin
The habit of it was comforting
Hand made necklace around my neck
Hanging ten feet from the ground
Leaving you one last memory
Your new friend did not have the blues
She figured the beauty of a goddess
The poster child of innocence
I changed scenes from misery to a blank slate with new grace
Saw heaven at the bottom of a swimming pool
Saw an old face on the other side
I let go of the sad in me and finally found my peace
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