the bones in your fingers
crack to the rhythm of death;
the silence of choking misery.

she can ***** the candle,
but it'll do none
for the bones in your fingers
are nothing but cream colored cries.

a blue colored sigh
matches perfectly with
red tinted lips, says the
old cranky bird with oil wings.

so i am purple,
because i decided
to make my sighs blue colored
to match up with my red tinted lips.

blue colored sighs match up
perfectly with red tinted lips,
is what they said.

i turned purple.

i may just be a player
in the game of life,
and to you i'm nothing but
a side character.

that's okay, but
to me you're center stage
right along with me.

a star upon her head,
a smile glittering on her face.
her happiness but a reverie
her twinkle twinkle eyes an illusion

a flaming heart covered with
a plastic grin and painted pink
nails with extra silver sparkles.

no one sees her flaming heart
except me.

the air, cold
your soul, warm

and christmas, sad

because you're not
here with me.

i think my heartstrings
are a little bit tangled.

my brain isn't in control
and my heart's doing it all.

it doesn't know better.
but really, i'd rather not have
tangled heartstrings.

my head's stuck in a goldfish bowl
and goldfish are swirling around me.

it's hard to breathe here.
hey, look
there go the air bubbles,
escaping from my lips!

i'm just another person
and no one can see my goldfish
bowl of a head.

not until they meet me,
though.

and usually they avoid me
once they've seen
the goldfish bowl.

that's okay, because even though
it's hard to breathe,
i like it here.

i like it very much.