Why does it take so long to fly?
To bust into color
And let your spirit soar.
Why do we hold each other down,
Telling ourselves we can't when
We haven't even tried?
Why is love so hard
When it is suppose to make us better?
To heal our scars and lift us up,
To make us fly again?
Why doesn't the world make sense,
Constantly contradicting itself
'Till all we have left is ash and
Burning wings of hope to cinders?

Love is such a trivial thing:
Fluttering, Stuttering,
Beautiful, Ludicrous,
Falling,
Falling down with broken wings.
Bleeding hearts cry out,
Crying to sticks and stones.
But they don't help,
They harm.
My heart cries out for more,
But there is no more.
There is no one here.

I thought once there was one,
A glimmer shone through.
But the sparkle was black
And it played to the tempter's old tune.
I fell so hard and slowly,
There is no way I had any hope.
Hope for better,
Hope for kindness,
Hope for love.
Hope? There was no hope for me.