Brutal Harmony and flashes of light   upon the grave of   the girl I once was   undulations of colour and sound   that leave with such melancholy   it steals the breath   For years I've waited    for just one heart to beat   in time with mine and   now, when I find that heart,   he finds himself unworthy   The people I find most beautiful   never know the beauty   in themselves   Like opaque mirrors   no image shows   only the outline of    that which I wish to own   This heart spits fire   like lips spit words   But the only words that ever   rain from my mouth   are words   of admiration   tales of violets   but our chilling silence sometimes   fills the spaces like   the distance between us   I find the deepest pride in    the colour of your eyes   This pride . . .I feel. . . for you. . .   screams through me   ripping through my lungs   expelling itself as divine silence. . .   a whisper of words   that sound    soemthing like   "You're perfect"   And you deny,   won't accept those words   You find scars   on your skin   that lay deep beneath   the layers I can see   I breathe these in    beause they are you   I speak now    in a voice unworthy of your ears   and say   "These scars are yours   and therefore are beautiful   becasuse you. . .    are beautiful"   Your eyes wide    like innocence   a thing I have lost   but not forgotten   a love I lost but have not forgotten   Your heart. . .I claim. . .as mine. . .   taking everything as   a cherished gift   Inner scars    no longer matter   Your voice makes it all worthwhile   Relinquishing these tired arms   to a place of rest   known as your own   Hoping you'll accept   Hoping you'll succumb   cos the words mean nothing   if I can't convince you   to let me find   your perfection   and then hold it to this heart,   still mending its broken wings,   so that I may   help you find it yourself. . .   this Heaven I found   in your eyes. . .