Everdamn Poetry

In her song
Among the glare of city lights
And the shouts and screams
I can see her glowing bright
And I find the hidden meaning
In her song

The delicate craft and the genius
Detailed in such a precise vision
Of her writing about all of us
Born of her dark inspiration
In her song

The mirror shouts out her name
Too late now to change her story
Dancing wildly through her fame
Moments of regret, she says sorry
In her song