Mockingbird Cried
tell me a tale of a girl so long ago
bound in her bones by a boy she used to know
don't think you’re blind she can see through your disguise
ask her no questions and she'll promise you no lies
when will we hear the small mockingbird cry
the sob of a girl bound in her bones left to die
left in a land made by a boy she used to know
where is this girl in a tale so long ago
hair made of gold laying stranded in the sun
eye's looking upward as if to a world beyond
hands curling inward as her spirit slowly dies
ask her no questions and she'll promise you no lies
she used to be full of spirit and beauty
loved by a boy who now cursed her to be seen
that was the day that she looked into his eyes
and say that they betrayed all of his cold heart inside
that was the day that love walked away
leaving her here in this tale full of pain
that was the day that a small creature cried
the sound of a girl bound in her bones left to die
that was the day the small mockingbird cried
of the tale of a girl bound in her bones left to die
she'd always have his heart and he'd have hers
remembering that day when the mockingbird cried
so when you hear the mockingbird cry
pray for a girl bound in her bones left to die
a tale of two lovers in an endless battle of sky
that's what you'll hear when the mockingbird cries
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.