taboo

I once thought when we stir the earth we spoke in dead languages
that no one was listening until I realized the lost souls follow your light
commingling with your sparkle until fools gold was a rare jewel

my neediness pull on you from far away and I was just ordinary dirt
star gazing at you in the skies pulling you from your mission of making works of art from nothing

my grief twist your innards and you weep for the loss of something special
and I realized with a broken heart you had grown up and I had not
still you come when in the mood to stir the ashes of our love affair
knowing I still sparkle just right for you

my emptiness sang with such bitter sorrow
you noticed I had followers beings formed of our broken dreams
beings of our childish laughter and they amuse you

to know I save all your hopes and what I considered your genius creations
what you saw as a waste of time I had turned into shiny monsters
that sang to the world in beat with your cosmic dance
ever on point and perfect perhaps too beautiful to be real

it was my girly view of you my perception of your need for adoration
when really you were happiest not being noticed at all
so grateful for the distraction they provide the world
while you cast a magic all your own and bringing down the facade
that so many beings build all to hide from the grey taboo no speaks on