Colour has been drained from my life,
My sky was once bright and blue,
My earth is now brown and dull,
The clouds are now Grey,
Despite once being as white as my skull,
But from within me,
Flourish flowers and kindness of pink,
And from my heart,
Red does drip
And in my chest,
Black has spread within me,
And in my head,
There lies the memory,
Of my once bright yellow meadows,
And my beautiful blue sky,
Even if some if these hues go against me,
I hope they will forever continue,
To brighten my life.

I recall countless moments,
I recall your promises to I,
But now time has spoken,
And your promises have been deemed lies,
Your tongue runs ahead of you,
You tie knots in places that should be set free,
Keep hold of your mouth,
And speak of only truth,
Spinning tales and myths,
You've wasted my youth,
A heinous act,
An immoral deed,
Keep hold of your mouth,
The knifes of your lies,
Have cut me deep.

The Moon and Mars,
Compete for my heart,
They do not earn my love,
Only my sadness,
They do not bring me comfort,
Only slight madness,
But I adore my moon to pieces,
And I miss my Mars all too much,
why can't I empty my mind of all cares,
Why must i think so much,
I think and rewind,
And rewind and think again,
Perhaps if I was different,
I'd be with both of them,
Perhaps then Mars would stay by me,
And the moon wouldn't see loving me as a chore,
I'm sorry I'm so sorry,
I've hurt you both once more,
But Mars twisted my perception,
And now I cannot think straight,
He picked at my flaws and imperfections,
And said " here, fix them"
But he never showed me how to fix such mistakes,
He never showed me kind nor gentle words,
And even if he did,
He wanted something more,
So then the moon arrived,
And she lit me a beautiful path,
But soon her light vanished,
Leaving me in the dark,
So I shouted and I yelled,
I cried and I screamed,
Until Saturn's hand,
Came to reach out for me,
She pulled me out of the gloom,
And sat me on her ring,
But now she's gone too,
What will this now bring,
She informed me that her orbit,
Would now consist of otherwise,
And when she saw this saddened me,
She told me not to cry,
She said she'd still come and visit,
That she'd still shine for me at night,
But it's been a few weeks,
And ive done nothing but cry,
So now I lay deserted by Mars and Saturn,
Waiting for the moon to shine,
But her moonlight burns my skin,
She won't be calming tonight,
So I hide behind a tree,
And talk to her from there,
So that she doesn't see my teary eyes,
And so that her heart I do not tear,
But what am I to do,
When I've hurt her clearly,
And how can I act,
When I cannot think clearly,
So now I am tired,
And my limbs have gone weary,
My sadness knows no causes nor faces,
And so I appear forever dreary.

But you said you loved the moon,
They why torment her so,
Continue like such and she will leave you,
Silently will she go,
She'll float to a different sky,
And shine on a different star,
I don't think I was ever worthy of her,
And so she's gone far,
I'm a stupid weight that heavies her,
I constrict her and hold her back,
So without me she is free,
And she wont ever come back,
Perhaps she thinks she loves me,
But I was never worthy of love,
Love was meant to hurt me,
And make me give up,
I've tried to love others,
Not in the same sense but still a love in its way,
But I take and I take and I give nothing,
So I should be cast away,
I hurt those I love,
I make them sad and regretful,
But i really did love my moon,
But of love itself,
I am forgetful.

Her eyes lit up again,
Tilting her head up to see me,
Full of love and full of wonder,
Her look never deceives me,
Her eyes twinkle,
Again and once more,
Her scent wafts around me,
Seeping in through my door,
Filling my head with dreams,
Giving me hearts for eyes,
Look at her glowing,
Look at her shine,
I've pledged to her a promise,
That she will forever be mine.

The moons orbit never seems to match mine,
But I've twisted my own orbit,
Countless times,
I've gone left as she does,
And when she turns so do I,
But after I change my orbit,
She changes again in front of my eyes,
Yet I cannot constrict her,
And tell her go along this way,
And no one is confiding me,
To twist and turn my shape,
But I've cut off corners of myself,
I've sliced of pieces of my soul,
So that I could follow her,
And she hasn't noticed at all,
When she sees me in her orbit,
She thinks of it as serendipity,
She does not cut from herself,
And so I'm binded in stupidity,
I want her to cut for me,
Without telling her to cut,
I don't want her hurt,
But perhaps hurt she must,
I cut off an arm,
Just to look into her eyes,
Yet she hasn't cut me anything,
And so I sit and cry,
But she isn't compelled,
To do any of the such,
But oh I'm tired,
From giving so much.

And I miss her cinnamon,

That fills the air,

And I love that cinnamon,

That she carries everywhere,

And her cinnamon loves me,

Just as she loves I,

And I hope this cinnamon scent,

Will remain for all my life.