My manager had to told me to keep my pants up,
I shared glances in the pub,
I flew my Aunt to Orlando
Her ashes were warm

Then I came back home,
And stripped a little more
I stripped and stripped till my skin was on the floor,

I lay here naked
With my flesh baring it's naked self
And took a look at my poetry notes

She said to bare my soul to her
I did so I did so,
Look at me, look at me!
I cry!
I did so!

I don't think being brave means not having any fear.
We are human, fear is survival instinct.
However, I think being brave is being afraid,
Yet not giving up on it.

I hope when I turn around,
I can feel your face,
You can tell me when things are not okay.

But when I did,
I was holding air.
I hope I turn into Ash.

I hope I meet you one day again
When you do not hate me anymore,
We might even laugh with our wedding rings on,
Our children holding our hands,

We would look at each other and smile;
"What if?" I'd say
"What if?" You'd reply.

If only I knew,
My house was burning,
I was delusional,
If only i knew.

The truth was I cried not about your smile,
Nor your kisses on my forehead,
I shed my tears for a little me.

She sat on a pyre and burnt herself.

I have heard of women
Who bear not children,
They bear dreams and swords;

My mother knew she gave birth to a Viking,
But nonetheless, a sad Viking.
She washes her face as she goes for wars,
Tell her, let her know good sir,
Butterflies are not her enemy.

I blame my father,
For carrying me in my arms,
telling me how to walk
And showing me how to love;
It is scary how my set of men
Terrifies me when I talk;
Love is a false situation.

I blame my sister
For playing with me in Indian Afternoons,
Riding carousel
Showing me how not to be Epicurean,
All I found in my friendly mud
Was I;
And none else

I blame my mother
For teaching me ways
How to sing Do Rae MI,
How to do good
Tell me it's a lie,
I am but a Villain for Daffodils.

I expect naught;
I cry in my lobby.