Payne's Gray

Collects rare coins
Which she never will spend
Collects records
But is without a friend

Seems so exhausting
To stare at a phone
So crowded by kindred
And still feel alone

Payne's gray, dusty wings
Beautiful, pressed between glass

Autographed pictures
From starlet, with love
Her beauty is
Only beheld from above

Norma Jean's blush,
It endures even now
But was it true
Who could know anyhow?

Clovers always fade
Even when pressed on a page

She wonders, could the sun rise?
But it numbed her, to realize
That, the dark inside
Her shame, her pride
The stars collide
Herself, denied
She tries to pray

Curtains are drawn
For the sunlight may burn
Stay in your cage
Like a still silver bird

Vision and voice
Esoteric and vague
Walls have two sides
But the paint is opaque

Listen to your song
This is not where you belong



Credits
Writer(s): Bethany Lang
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