The blackbirds know my secrets all too well That I am just a kid who grew up too fast Felt my earth tremble and my sky crumble Too soon to savour the fleeting taste of joy That I was born with coal in my veins. The waning moon has seen me cry And has cradled me in its ***** and Taught me that my chaos is not fruitless, it has Painted my life with colour and purpose My wild heart has tasted the society-poisoned Make-believe elixir of love I was kidnapped from reality because I left the door to my soul slightly ajar, That is how it begins, engulfed In memories and if-onlys and I am Dancing with the ghosts in my head. I should revert to loving poetry, music, sunsets You see, even the chirpers outside my window at Dawn were silent with grief and turmoil The day my golden heart blackened and broke. Well let the roses wilt grey and the moon Fracture in two because I will not stop Loving or feeling or existing too much These tears are fireworks doused in a sea of hope and I am made of stardust and rainwater and pain And my beauty lies in the many, many pieces of my heart.
Heartbreak, love, grief, loss, life- they're all just psuedonyms for lies and pain