In coffee shops I sit for hours Trying to compose a symphony As eloquent as the words on the pages of the novels I’ve read But nothing comes Sweet Lullabies - I hear Black Swans Float away
I’ve seen the way the light hit the maple Small delicate bites across the table I’ve been waiting for summer days like this Hoping to be inspired But nothing comes Sweet Lullabies - I hear Black Swans Float away
She smiled at me I smiled back The words echoed through A slap to the face and I woke up Sweet Lullabies - I hear Black Swans Float away
So underneath a chandelier of forgotten hours is where I’ll be Surrounded by open windows staring through me Dancing on a cloud of thorns and bleeding ashes on my tattered pink dress Wondering “Does it make a difference?” After all, I was promised your undivided attention As soon as you walked through those doors and took your seat The lights dimmed, the curtains rose I came out, ready Yet my movements were ignored My voice forgotten My masterpiece shattered; Sweet Lullabies - I hear Black Swans Float away