For You

Cerulean wings against the midnight sky

As they flutter, with my freedom they fly

And these dry eyes can still cry

For you

Wings of a butterfly against the moon

Our love came to and end far too soon

On this piano I play my sad tune

For you

The depth of sadness is far too deep

For this I toss and turn in restless sleep

And try as I may, my heart cannot keep

From breaking - for you

Illumined now in a moonlit flood

On the ground mingled with mud

Painfullly shed are tears of blood

For you

I steal no dreams

Though it seems

But you leave and hear my screams

For you

This is the poem I entered in the Corpse Bride poetry contest. I didn't win, but I was that much closer than I'd ever been to having Tim Burton see my work, so...