My paradise is not,

In your arms,

Its in your eyes,

beautiful and broken,

As I show you the poem,

I wrote about you.

Its so popular,

People can't stop telling me,

how much they adore it,

and they want to meet you,

because surely you have to be just as good,

but no,

you're not.

My paradise in your eyes,

Is fierce and passionate,

And I see that you have betrayed me,

but, but I love you anyways.

They locked us in,

Its so dark and cold,

My hand finds yours,

It's always warm,

Let us out I scream,

but in the darkness of this closet,

it becomes clear,

It's them and not you I need to fear.