Broken Sunstone
First I saw bright pink,
Then I took some ink,
And I wrote my dreams on sheets of paper,
’Cause I met my own reaper.
Made my own castle,
And towards it I’ll hustle,
’Cause it’s my destiny —
Oh, I will follow,
’Cause I am so hollow,
And my mood will swing,
My heart won’t be in crystal things.
They are supposed to be white — wait, is it yellow?
Hmm... not a bad fellow.
But there’s a hole in the heart,
And he doesn’t want a part.
Not a flippin’ damn care,
But I loved him in a fair.
The cut is so deep,
but he doesn’t give a weep.
He doesn’t regret —
But I regret having and loving yet.
I’m trying to throw him away from my life,
Trying to move on with a strife.
Who smacks me with a toy?
Now it’s fluff in my mouth.
I’m a broken sunstone —
I don’t even know if I can call it a stone.
He broke it to pieces
And pushed me... to pieces.
He broke up with me over a stupid fight,
And now I’ll get over it — even with a light.
But light takes time to learn how to grow,
Through cracks in the places I never show.
So I’ll gather the dust from the parts he unmade,
And build something new from the ruins he laid.
