__________Our Beauty Queen___________ Poem by Poetic Crisis

__________OUR BEAUTY QUEEN___________

You look away with your painted face,
You think your not see through,
Like a fallen angel from disgrace,
We will burn every word, We will burn every page,
I pull feather by feather, Like it's a race,
Your halo is hanging from the tree,
That we used to mark a burial for me...

Bury us alive, Your hidden behind my eyes,
No one knows what we do to them in our minds,
Reaching for their hands still tied,
Remembrance of the day you died...


You wear that shade of blue all too well,
How can they forget the way you smell,
In your final resting place,
Maybe when you fell it was from grace, Here's a step for your cross,
He holds it tight to heal his loss,
Her eyes close slowly and fades to grey,
Just who's god are we talking about anyway...

Bury us alive, Your hidden behind my eyes,
No one knows what we do to them in our minds,
Reaching for their hands still tied,
Remembrance of the day you died...

Buried alive, A love in vain,
A remembrance of our queen on her last day...