Dragonphone

 
She lay down at your feet
You thought she was dreaming
Her hair shut close by rain
All the other things seemed to believe it
Was she above kings and queens
Was she the girl in the mirror
Was she the one with the seven suns
With the six white lies and the five regrets
And the four times we just couldn’t have met
 
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing can bring her back to you
 
Her hands as cold as the sky
They enter the light
With a well-disguised shame
Will you wake up inside
Inside her black seeds
For growing trees in death
You didn’t know that she was
Like a stone inside
It was hard to tell
Her eyes shut
Like a blue metaphor