With the spring, comes a flutter of one thousand young hearts,
Attaching their desires to a series of darts
Naïve in their thinking,
Young ones shall be blinking,
Tears of hurt as they sink to the floor.

The glint in the tear, the crocodiles did cry,
Was the same, as she thought she saw once in your eye?
It was not meant to be, as is always the case.
So why does this sadness taint her dear face.

Innocence and naivety are married together.
The same can be said for birds and their feathers.
What events cause such feathers to fall?
A lie, that grows till the tale is tall.

There is nobody left, Blues are fading to green,
And the air that you breathe is stale nicotine.
The bridges have burned, but you are to blame.
He was the one that took you in vain.

Your name being painted all over the town,
As the once fair lady,wearing a red gown.
Scarlet and crimson, they suit you quite well.
A rose may have died, what lives on is the smell.

The ones who are chased and not those who chase,
Are the ones who shall benefit in this caucus race.
Rising as winners, proud, happy and tall.
Happy to look on and watch as inside you fall.

Fall from the pedestal,
They once held you so high.
He who dethroned you is living,
Living the lie.