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It could have been beautiful

   had the snow not fallen in sheer irony

   as I brushed over your tragic eyes

   (you didn't see me at all).



   They told you who you needed to be

   and you killed us trying to live up to another's expectations.

   No one was left to stop you,

   and I couldn't fit into your vision of one-derful.

   You spiraled out of control

   but, I took you there.



   You were on fire, burning up my misery,

   yet the funeral didn't seem as appropriate

   as the light, snowy blanket dusting your bed of roses.



   You made an attempt to make ends with your solace

   but what is to come of me?

   You've made peace wuth your newly-found facade on failure

   and I'm counting my loses on stars.



   Had the snow not fallen in perfect irony

   as I brushed over those ashen eyes,

   you wouldn't have seen me at all-

and I could have been so beautiful.