I always thought
You were something more
(Something of worth)
You were like a jewelry box
When I opened you up
You sang to me
Like a little lullaby
Just for me
(I used to think)
You were more than life
(More than the light)
You were like a morning bird
When I let you in
You’d sing to me
A little tune
And
I like to think that it was worth the pain
My tears fell for the little things
I miss my song bird mornings
(And my jewelry box nightmares)
Cause to me you were worth the pain
In all the hidden drunken slurs
(And I dream of the tunes and gentle lullabies)
Because you were worth the pain
You were glowing light
(The sun incarnate)
And someone’s sun you were
(Just not mine)
And now I pretend
(That the sound)
Of the shards of my jagged heart
(Falling to the floor)
Doesn’t make me smile
Cause now they play a tinkering tune
Of you
And tell the truth
(You like the sound too.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem