Let me sing for you
The nightingale told the red hearted hibiscus
With the golden lips
No, Sir poet, replied the common flower
Your lyric is complicated
And I get hyperventilated
Trying unravel both seduction and power
Dear me, dear me, O dear me
Sang the nightingale
It is mistaken identity
I sing the words that all birds use
In my own meaning
It is oversimplicity
I use to mask the urgency of pain.
I cannot live unless I sing
O let me sing for you.
Categories:
oversimplicity, allegory, me,
Form: Free verse