take me to a beautiful place
where the butterflies escape
from the confines of your stomach
where there's glue and tape
holding you together
where the eggs and their shells
make wonderful shoes
where you can't tell the difference
between red yellow blue
where the messages we have
never seem to leave our heads
where the spines of books
crumble onto our beds
where everything is spelt right
and there's not a single sound
where the morning never touches
and there's no sad to be found
where no one can look at you
and find out their secret
where you lay back into nothing
and are sickened by regret
where there's the song of the flowers
as they shrivel (or bloom)
where your smile is the colour
of a grey crescent moon
where the whisper of a bullet
shatters the glassed rooms
where sentences never finish because
where the words words keep
keep repeating they're repeating
they're repeating again again
the record is broken and it's
repeating and this place
this place is beautiful and it's
suffocating and stilted and cold
and your hands are so cold
and the lines between us keep
on repeat they keep on repeating
they keep on repeating in
this beautiful place that you
have taken me to and oh dear
the words no longer rhyme
do they? oh dear, oh dear,
dear me, i've made a mess
haven't i?

this place isn't so beautiful anymore.