Pink cups and another doll–face,
colors are starting to make sense now.
You only feel blue when you're high
on your pills and you wouldn't want to
believe in the things that seem to bring bliss.

You can't put the stars to blame;
holding onto every breath and
new names.
I made sure the news came through for you,
with the steam of your morning coffee.

The mirror stares right back,
with the face of a girl I wish I knew.
I used to know her so well,
but, the collision of blackness was where she fell.

I let myself drown, not out of love
just fell under a spell.
I feel safe in my dreams where they
don't put a cloth to my screams
like – "Hush baby, hush."

The pain was a symbol of beauty
and what he made her do.
Destructive yet beautiful,
made under the sunset just where
the waves crashed with the horizon.

Slept under the fire to become a Queen
but, one day the throne lost its charm.
Tears shed like pearls from an oyster.
They soon dried and slipped through the cracks.
Didn't know how to be a Royal, but, it was
more than just a ball gown and flower crowns.

The ties through heart seemed stronger
than the ones with blood.
Under the blackest skies, the brightest moments
survived.

When a few hearts were broken with
the most poisonous words, they asked me to
put the fire off against the cold nights
and wipe my tears while hearing them
whisper- "Hush baby, hush."