You wrote 15 bars for stephanie today,
your ex bestfriend that was bullied until she became a voiceless girl.
brave chick that once spoke like she could conquer the world now has
silence beating in her throat.
Everyone suffers differently and now you want to take what they did to Stephanie and make it pretty?
Who cares poet,
who cares that you want to take her heart and turn it into a steel band of
carnival songs when she's crying at home.
Who cares about how pretty
you're making her pain with your words when she can't put her arms around them
you poet, trying to make treasures out of tragedies. thinking the unthinkable.
silly kid, who gives a damn about how nice this piece sounds when they are bills to paid off.
Who cares about all of this?
Wake up poet!
nobody feels the butterflies you do when you're performing. and no one truly notices the way your eyes are shining.
You are a poet, a dreamer
the pretty illusion in a world full of harsh realities, just the meaning behind the kiss, you're nothing
yet everything.
