It is said to be easy to love when you've never been hurt
felt the flames or been burnt
All the lessons I have know learnt
used to be a fledgeling celebrating his first chirp
Now soaring high above the clouds
Replicating Icarus in his pursuit
Unknown to the little bird
That the higher you go
the quicker your wings start to burn
He will soon realise the error of his ways
but I fear it will be too late.

It's easier for society
To accept the image of a broke person
Than to allow that imagine to change
They will only ever see you at your worst
Until you show them your best
Society won't give you room to grow
So you have to make your own way
To hold on to a memory of someone
Will always be easier
Than trying to make new memories
With someone else
Because our experiences teaches us
To never get too attached
For the last person left
So we hold on to the past
In hope it changes our future
We stop changing
And hope to become someone else
We stop growing
And hope we never lose again

The sky a little less blue
My frown a little more upside down
The rainbow missing a few colors
My heart adding a few beats
The little chirps ever so softer
Even the birds were sad
The day I got my heart broken
A moment of silence
A prayer goes out
I said one with my name
Because the only one I lost was myself
Chasing after butterflies
Colors that were blind to my eye

The morning after,
the darkest of days
Bring the bluest of skies, filled with disaster
With ripples that start a new phase.
The dust finally disappearing
and the wind whistling
upon the green hills a clearing
and the hunters whittling.
A new world arises.
Thrones itself on the ashes,
looking down on us, despises.
Dreams built on flashes.
So comes the morning after
Skies filled disaster.