Paper Key
With nothing to love in a heart of steel,
I question if anything is truly real.
I sing in the quietest false lullaby.
Of wishes and reasons and my refusal to cry.
I clamp my mouth against a loud scream.
Wish and pray and hope for a dream.
So I write my thoughts down in a book,
to hide them where no one else can look.
Each word touches down for only me to see.
The part of me that is all I have left to be.
The rustle of my wings is allmy storiesleft to hear.
Too fragile and quiet for all but my own ear.
It's the only way I teach and continue to live this way.
But each word reflects in another day.
There's too much to be said in black and white.
The story of a Raven in the blackest of night.
The words are all I can ever understand.
Written instead by my own pale hand.
Something that only I'm meant to see,
a reflection of my own sad melody.
But in this I have locked myself away.
And the words will never leave my lips as something I can say.
Because I've hidden from you love, sadness and glee.
And locked it away with my lost paper key.
Raventhedarkgoddess: Interesting... Not. R+R.