My Lyrical Contribution To Valentine's Day

I see a black bird moving like a shadow through the sky,
And it's vast wings gleam raven in the moonlight.
And it croons and caws and knocks on my door.
And my heart skips a beat because I know what that means.

It's not the omen of death but the awakening of my heart;
It means the man I love is digging his way out of his grave,
And we will dance in dark amidst the boquets and gravestones,
As two dark, romantic lovers until the sun rises once again.

Because I'm in love with a dead man,
And I'm in love with a poet, yeah.
We're just two tortured souls on an uneven road,
And we'll hurt ourselves for our creative toll.
And though the cost is great; it's music to our ears,
And we were poets born lost - me and E. Allan P.

And I feel like a jynx and people look like I'm bad luck.
Like I'm a black cat that should be kept away and cast out.
And though I can barely see, I can still feel.
And I find comfort in knowing that this doesn't have to be real.

And the raven crows.

It's not the omen of death but the awakening of my heart;
It means the man I love is digging his way out of his grave,
And we will dance in dark amidst the boquets and gravestones,
As two dark, romantic lovers until the sun rises once again.

Because I'm in love with a dead man,
And I'm in love with a poet, yeah.
We're just two tortured souls on an uneven road,
And we'll hurt ourselves for our creative toll.
And though the cost is great; it's music to our ears,
And we were poets born lost - me and E. Allan P.

Can you hear it? Ba-bum-da-dum-dum.
If you listen, can you hear it? Ba-bum-da-dum-dum.
Those who mock me, can you hear it? Ba-bum-da-dum-dum.
It's the sound of us; It's the sound of us - Our tell-tale hearts.

Because I'm in love with a dead man,
And I'm in love with a poet, yeah.
We're just two tortured souls on an uneven road,
And we'll hurt ourselves for our creative toll.
And though the cost is great; it's music to our ears,
And we were poets born lost - me and E. Allan P.