Beauty on My Shoulder

Why do the words flow so smooth
On the nights the lady visits
Is it truly just that beauty
Sits upon my shoulder
Whispering sweet nothings
To keep my heart from breaking
Knowing she is not for me
Is it the vast gulf of safety
Knowing she is far beyond me
That lets me see the lines so clear
All pleasant dreams confection
Or the real-world's last perfection


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