TigerLily
October 10th, 2009, 01:43 PM
There was a poet, don’t you know it
With hair of blazing red
The kind of girl who ruled the world
‘Til before twenty she’d end up dead.
And when she wrote it was so haunting
Every night was Halloween
But I’ll always say her writing
Was the best I’d ever seen.
If she couldn’t find a pencil
She’d carve her words into her skin
And I’m sure they’re still there stencilled
Into her heart deepest within.
They all said she was crazy
I’d say they were probably right
But the sane don’t keep on shining
In the darkest of the night…
Believing in dreams is so much harder with insomnia
She bet her dying breath on the truth of paranoia
So many nights spent wishing I’d have saved her
But what’s there to do when her destiny was to enslave her
She wrote a little note to me telling of her suicide
They later said the ink was made up of cyanide
Reading her last poem, god knows how many tears I cried
Because she never should have fucking gone, never should have died…
“Eyeliner cobwebs are turning scarlet
And this heart it seems too broken and scarred yet…”
No, no, no, no, no…
“Washed-out hope’s so faded and far ‘cept
Maybe this way I’ll learn how to forget”
Please, don’t let me go…
“My future’s amazing you say that you’ll bet
But gambling on maybes left me in so much debt”
Did you know I loved you so?
“By the time that you have read this rhyme,
I’ll be six feet under a rainbow mine”
I guess you’ll never know.
“Don’t you go crying,
I’ve only gone flying”
Sorry, no can do.
“See you in a dream sometime soon,
I’ll be the one sitting on the eclipse of the moon”
I see you every night, my dear.
“Goodbye”
Forever.
“I love you”
And always.
With hair of blazing red
The kind of girl who ruled the world
‘Til before twenty she’d end up dead.
And when she wrote it was so haunting
Every night was Halloween
But I’ll always say her writing
Was the best I’d ever seen.
If she couldn’t find a pencil
She’d carve her words into her skin
And I’m sure they’re still there stencilled
Into her heart deepest within.
They all said she was crazy
I’d say they were probably right
But the sane don’t keep on shining
In the darkest of the night…
Believing in dreams is so much harder with insomnia
She bet her dying breath on the truth of paranoia
So many nights spent wishing I’d have saved her
But what’s there to do when her destiny was to enslave her
She wrote a little note to me telling of her suicide
They later said the ink was made up of cyanide
Reading her last poem, god knows how many tears I cried
Because she never should have fucking gone, never should have died…
“Eyeliner cobwebs are turning scarlet
And this heart it seems too broken and scarred yet…”
No, no, no, no, no…
“Washed-out hope’s so faded and far ‘cept
Maybe this way I’ll learn how to forget”
Please, don’t let me go…
“My future’s amazing you say that you’ll bet
But gambling on maybes left me in so much debt”
Did you know I loved you so?
“By the time that you have read this rhyme,
I’ll be six feet under a rainbow mine”
I guess you’ll never know.
“Don’t you go crying,
I’ve only gone flying”
Sorry, no can do.
“See you in a dream sometime soon,
I’ll be the one sitting on the eclipse of the moon”
I see you every night, my dear.
“Goodbye”
Forever.
“I love you”
And always.