Sword

 How meaningless could it be

You on my front porch
In your eyes, no tempt, I see
Soft blue lights may not brighten my sight
But your face is all I remember in the dark.

When you sit with me and tell your sorrow
To fight the king and rescue your morrow
I know life is ruthless, it isn't always forgiving
But what sins did I commit
To not have you in this life.

I agree like a wrinkled feather falls from the tree
Light and white, you might still be all I see
In front of war, in midst of a cruel battle
My scars may burn from the sunshine
But I don't care to bleed if it makes you
Feel relieved that you could rely on me
You could count on me like a wrinkled feather ignored.

From the windows, outside on the grass
I notice in your arms where I longed to be scarred
One tear trickles down my burnt valleys
In my face, your face is carved on my sleeves.

Three flicks of fingers almost broken in the wind
And you won't remember me ever stepping here
But I'll remember like a curse I couldn't find a cure for
You'll linger in my town like an unrequited ghost.

The sword I used to fight for you
I'll be singing your ballet with it
Slithering across a cello, my sorrows in it
It should shriek but instead it cries
It cries in a melody you won't recognize.

'Heroes don't have happy endings'
Maybe you're not the love of my life
Just another lesson I spent my life
Figuring out in vain
Sweating my blood, burning my heart
Though I wish you were someone who saw me the same
But we're far apart from love, far apart from fame
I'm not the girl, at last you're not the king.