Nov 06, 2006 01:58
Puppets win the beauty contest
So why do the games finish the vain?
Why do tears destroy their makeup - their silly days of pretend.
Of dashing white knights with silver horses.
Oh so many grandious demands
While the steel and cold
snap at the flower
Entertainers drop roses abound
we find ourselves
staring into the iris
our weaknesses cracking the ground
And so our friends hold hands
love,passion,affection
wishing woes away
like our fairy tale amidst the gale
will cause sharp winds' delay
Then the ice will stand
melting in the Sun
Understanding how it is Undone.