Answer:
A young man wants to have me but when he has me he no longer wants me. Blade in hand he attacks me and does his best to remove me. Yet he knows that it is all in vain.
I am pinched by grandmas
I love to twist and dance. Though wingless I fly high up into the sky.
Lighter than what I am made of. More of me is hidden than seen. What am I?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh but my heart is made of stone.
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones