Away

My songs got wings one morning
soft dark shiny
I opened the cage

All my poisonous darts were burnt to ashes 
Tears were bottled and labeled
Everything was neat and tidy

Some ragged old stars were loosely hanging from heaven
consumed by million wishes
flowers I touched turned to thorns

In a far away country my mother is a queen
with long silky dark hair like this night,
Blue heart
soft hands
Good children
Sad lullabies

My heart had been plucked out
and placed a tiny rain cloud
to fill the space

Therefore,
It’s very hard
not be sad..