beauty is not me, so beauty you shall never see.

I wanted to sit down today,
And write something beautiful for you,
But the words wouldn't come to my lips
Something long past overdue.

I wanted you to see my soul
But it is too blackened to see
That which I never had
Was far past due for me...

I sat down to write you something beautiful,
But instead I lost my tongue,
My words were stale and tactless
In the air in which they were hung-

I tried to write you something nice
To be so suave again
But instead I ended up lost,
With no more ground to gain...

I tried to write anything,
But this is all I am left
These same distorted words
Which leave me strangely bereft.

I know I cannot write beautiful,
Because it takes beauty to make beauty
But I thought that telling you this
Was part of my one last duty-

I had to tell you

When I sat down to write of you
All I could do was cry,
And inside I began to tremble-
My heart in which I rely

Broke apart for you.

As I sat down to write for you...
All I could say was gone
But now I hope for something new
Instead of another delusive dawn.

I hope for beauty in me,
To set my words free.