Ballad of the Nightingale
There’s a story that lies behind your eyes
And you’ve covered it up, cleverly disguised
You try to draw attention outside the lines
But I’ve seen a glimpse and I know what’s inside
There’s a fire inside that is waiting to be sparked
It is burning within you, the little embers leave marks
There’s a rose that is waiting to be plucked
Waiting for a hand brave enough to overlook the thorns
I hear the whimpers of a voice that with time has grown old
Waiting to speak, to shout, to scream
I see the lines of a story that has yet to be told
In whispers you tell me as you talk in your sleep
In your dreams I will manifest
Before you I will appear
With a rose in my hand and a thorn in my palm
The blood will trickle, as the tears will roll
As this story unfolds in your eyes, behold.
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I’d like to thank Dylan (who constantly calls me ‘Boss’ for reasons I do not know) for helping me edit and find a picture and also pick a title for this poem. Yes, this one, unlike the previous two, is a poem!
Those were lyrics, BIG DIFFERENCE! -.-
Oh and I must also thank The Pajamas That Move for her… umm… contributions? Though I didn’t use her title suggestions… thank you anyway (: