there once was a girl
who knew each star in
the sky more than a bird
that knows how to fly,

the universe swallowed
her pride and let men
love her even when they lied,

She used to be happy
with her body absorbing
the dew of the grass and
her heart more delicate
than glass,

But one night she watched
the one she called her love
penetrate her arm with a shove,

Screaming to remind her that
she'd never be above,

Her screams as deafening
as a mourning dove,

telling her she was nothing
but the excuse of the world,
wanting someone with enough
pain to transform into rains of
pearls,

So she let him break her
ethereal heart, and always
turned her pain to art.