You're my beautiful tragedy
and I’m laughing all the while
loving your somber eyes
as your feet drift on floor and tile.

You take your seat, saying old words.
I listen to your cadence as if it were a play.
As if I weren’t the one
who answered the prayers you couldn't pray.

I’m asking for some music,
a teardrop from your eyes
as if I weren’t the one
who told you velvet lies.

You do sorrow so well.
I’ve given you a gift, a cage.
You’ve played your life
upon my stage.

You shoot your raw tirade
of which I can be the only aim.
You give the regret of a broken angel
who can never be the same.

You’re my beautiful tragedy
and I’m watching all the while
wishing for your kiss
as your feet drift on floor and tile.