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Beautiful Disaster

My lonely consciousness wilts,
Consumed in this attraction's guilt.
I'm lost. / Why can't I ask her,
"Won't you be my Beautiful Disaster?"

No longer with morals in sight,
Consequence of just one night.
Star crossed, / Love's a cruel master,
Trapping me in this Beautiful Disaster.

If I had a second chance,
There'd still be a second dance.
Time's up! / The clock's moving faster.
T-minus ten, this is our Beautiful Disaster.