then they begin
to take
everything from her
and all
that is left
are traces
of her
dried tears

What’s on your mind?
You always asked
and I kept ignoring
that kind of inquiry is boring

what’s on your mind?
You should’ve never asked
the night may be long
but still ain’t enough
and you’ll even call me wrong

what’s on your mind?
but of course I should respond

What’s on my mind?
are words I couldn’t define
they always seemed to be fine
but if I won’t let them out
they made me dizzy
like I drank ***** mixed with wine
they’re hot like fire
but when I write them down
with my tongue-
I got frozen, I somehow turn blind.

What’s on my mind?
I think you got it differently
for it isn't what
but who I have with my crazy thoughts
and it's you, always have been;
in my mind always floats

women come in different colors;
and just like rainbows,
they're most beautiful
when they shine

your teardrops
create ripples
to my heart
and the waves
drowned my soul

come closer
and witness
the painting
my irises
are holding;
you'll find
yourself
standing
and smiling-

then you started
to think
that you're a mess,
a disappointment

             but oh my dear
             you're a beautiful
             kind of mess