She and I stayed up
all through the night,
smoking and getting high -
while we lived out
our wildest dreams
not wanting to wake up

It's 2 am
and she's half a world away
probably listening to music
while dancing under her strung up lights -
she doesn't care, and she doesn't want to...
the only thing she cares to do,
is continue being herself

every night she stares at herself in the mirror
watching as trails of pain slip down her face
side by side

she stares deeper into her green pools of despair;
forests where the winds are alone to call for blessings.
they beg for relief as she plunges deeper into herself

the runners are unstoppable
they ignore the creases of her rosy skin
and follow the flow of gravity

they pass her pearly teeth
braced to fight wars
because her words are stronger than she will ever be

she is a pawn in the twisted agenda of a scarred mind
which seeks to pull her apart

she presses cracked lips against a bottle
they are the finish line for her dewy sadness

the racers hang off her chin before falling to the floor

she tips her head back after the photo finish
she has lost.

I see the fountains
brown blue and gold
architect's heart and soul
a sight to adore
for eyes too sore
from day's turbulence
an' crushed conscience
searching for an exit door.


one moment of magic
is all that it takes
when the water jets out
with all its mickle might
an' signs of subtle finesse
above the surfaced stress
into that carefree sky
and suddenly you sigh
as if you soared with it.