Tell her about how love could taste so bitter And of how pain could seem so sweet. Tell her about the vacuous nights of memories And of the filled-up instances of regret. Tell her about the upended world we live in And of the grandiose fantasies that hurt. Tell her of the tears that can mean nothing And about the laughter that may quickly fade. Ah! Speak of the coruscating delusions That masquerade as insouciant actualities. If there's merely one diminutive certitude In this existence of beauteous lies and lullabies; Then, let that wondrous verity be her heart-- Give her that capacity to love herself and fly. "Tell Her" Tell her about how love could taste so bitter And of how pain could seem so sweet. Tell her about the vacuous nights of memories And of the filled-up instances of regret. Tell her about the upended world we live in And of the grandiose fantasies that hurt.
