Born Beautiful

They were born beautiful, so right away, they swore they

could get themselves a house

someday and read to each

other despite all the others

that had passed through their

back gates, they were both

radiant and far away, living

on a diet of romance and

faith until history crept in

and wouldn't leave them. It's

a classless kind of fate, it holds its ground in the way

that death just makes you

wait. New fears to edit the

cutting room floor where

their hopes are. Cause its

not pretty and if you had to

watch a movie of it I'm sure

you'd both be horrified,

horrified and bored. All the

hopes that get shafted, to

bet on the good life, with

all the granite etched in

they may as well have been

man and wife, all the fits

he'd throw, feeling her anger

grow, it never gets found

lost in used to be's and

you're left with so much

wasted energy, So now to cold

satellites that have crashed

to earth, welcome home