How do you let go,
Of something so beautiful?
While it eats away at you,
Until you're no longer whole.
It's like a storm about to strike,
The lightning so pretty to see,
But then the thunder roars,
And brings you back to reality.
It's so easy to get caught up,
In the way the flames dance,
That even the burns,
Can't break you out of your trance.
But you can't believe it,
That beauty and pain go hand in hand,
And the things that bring you up,
Will eventually make it harder to stand.
Just look around during fall,
At how beautiful the trees,
But the many colors simply come,
From broken, dying leaves.
And the way the ocean sways,
With the waves' calming sound,
But when you get in that water,
You'll be fighting not to drown.
All around us is the proof,
The one you love as well,
That the most dangerous things,
Are a beautiful hell.