Numb

Every time I take a step,
Flowers bloom into beauty,
But every time I speak a word,
They wither into ashes.

If I cut out my tongue there would be no more pain,
Only beautiful everything,
But then -- would your eyes become numb?
How much color would the world lose, if everything was beautiful?

Love is defined by the imperfections,
All those memories not present in a scrapbook,
But those are the glue,
That can keep the world together.

When actions speak louder than words,
I become silent,
Open those eyes and see,
The world is a mirror, looking right back at you.

Beautiful.

-Sir Jestro