A Lover Letter To Kurt Cobain Poem by Leah Ayliffe

This kind of world wasn't meant for a charm like me
It didn't fit nice, eyes sparkled at the silver screen
That shaped my point of view
Of actors and dreamers, the lonely stars
Where colours were a class act of fame
A red carpet of rock harlots and Kurt Cobains name
I thought the whole earth knew what I knew
That we are all dying, we live and we fall
Under the moon and the sun
That shines for you and me,
in the diamond air we breathe
‘Cause kid your black and gold soul knows
The tragedy and love that this damned nation holds
The cursed and the blessed
Hold me in your arms of thunder
I know you your minds a mess
Under the covers where darkness matters
And rings the truth of songs in a rare form
A guitar with broken strings you strung
The electricity of controversy under your tongue
Your words echo on my breath
How is it that only the sad and the lonely can sing such a pretty tune?
With blue eyes like you
It's still all so ugly in its point of view
The noise you play is played like music dug up from the ground
In the dirt of the mind and the body that fell
In basements or garage days, lazily swaying to rock and roll waves
And you made a change
I listen with dead hopes consumed by a songs note
You let me know I've found my friends
Through headphones I realize they're lost in my head
And I lay in sheets of sweat and nightmares
The demons that chase me, you know what I mean
Dear Kurt, I know you're there
It's me just believing in something that's fleeting
They tried to say that you're gay
All dressed up in dresses for the Television scene
You say "hey, well God is gay"
With pride, with feeling, I pray with a smile cause you're winning
Flamboyant in the hardest style
Grunge father and mother underneath a bridge
faked your way up to the top being as real as it gets
Raw to the bone, true ideals crumpled into trash
I hold these things close to my heart
Understanding that it's the misunderstood who are the stars
I see you, I know you
Dear stranger on the stage, in the ground six feet below
In heavens airwaves, of sweet sour sound
I blow kisses to the sky, the earth, the sea
Mostly to the sea, the oceans violent passion seems the closest thing to
The terrors of the sights you may have seen
In the mind that's so open it was forced to a sudden close
I blow kisses like Marilyn would
Another Hollywood dream abandoned in sadness
When you pull the trigger dear Kurt, imagine
Red lipstick kisses racing towards you
Towards your broken mind
To take you home til forever is the end of time
A kiss of death by loves sweet heavenly breath
Falling to the floor of concrete cigarettes
that filled the lungs released with your last thoughts
Red slowly crawling from your blue eyes all knowing
The tragedy of today, that it's too hard to carry this weight
This knowledge of the few
Like me and like you,
And like Hollywood
It's better to burn out than to fade away.