Somthings Are Not Meant To Be Beatiful

"Somethings Are Not Meant To be Beautiful" By Marcus Cooke

One and one  
Means two  
I sold my soul to you  
Age old wine  
The blame is mine  
Two hearts no longer beat in time.  
We walk through the graveyard  
Symbolic in grey  
Colors fade as night turns to day  
I reserve that tombstone  
That plot is mine  
The smell of decay and age old lime  
Sap Seep’s from nearby trees  
The puss of splinters  
I cannot breathe  
Silent in motion  
Against the morning breeze  
One final look at your lips my sweet  
Here is where I lay  
Leave now never look back  
Just for once do as I say.  
Something’s are not meant to be beautiful.  
They die with the morning sun  
Birds migrate peacefully  
As my lover turns and runs.