Oh! heavenly bodies residing up in the starless sky,
Why is it that I cannot recite the grim poetry in my heart?
The pain that settled within me, long before I knew what it was like to be a lady.
Long before I outgrew my barbie dolls and my pink glittery shoes,
Long before I understood,that what I was feeling wasn't the love that I had craved,
But the pain which from I tried to run away.
Oh! Sweet birds chirruping mellifluous tones, guarded by the halcyon shadow of the tall tree,
How is it elementary, to unravel joy, from the tangles of hate and deceit.
I am too old to seek guidance from forces meant to be forgotten,
But I am too young to bury the pain in a place, I would never visit again.
It's a catastrophic feeling, to be mislaid, while accompanied, by the people I love.
There are so many things I would like for you to know,
But because of the fear of being played as a pawn in this game that you are bound to start,
I would hold myself back.
The dark heavenly skies that look upon us, forget to remind us,
That tinctures of blue might be golden
But the nihility of black
Is always going to be sad
It has perpetually been a preposterous notion, to be joyous, in the middle of a dark pit
Because there are never shades of black
It's always simply black
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Layla.
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