through words,
I heal my wounds
by completely exposing them

On a distant summer
a girl walked four miles
to sell fruits at the haat
and mowed by the May heat
fell asleep on a patch of concrete.

The noon dusts played around her
sleep little girl rest your feet
the winds will play you a song
refresh you with dreams so sweet
the walk back home won't be long.

The sun had slid the shadows grown
when opened her dream dazed eyes
there she was at the haat all alone
her fruits in the basket had dried.

She had dreamed a round dime
clutched in her palm
colored gold with her wish

she had slept thru the time
and when the winds calmed
held nothing to buy home a fish.

Time has flown those dusts far away
years have grown her wise
yet when the winds blow lonely in May
her tears she cannot disguise.

Kiss her like you mean it
Even if you have to lie
Just kiss her like that
One more time
She will see thru it
See the truth behind the lie
But it will bring a ghost of a smile
As she remembers
How it was
Once upon a time

If you've got no heart
Then never try to
Describe art.

tidal waves may seem brave
but they never can leave
because of the grave
so if you want to seem bold
you can shout or scream
but it won't work
first break the chains
that you hold
then stop walking in the way
that you've always been told

Why can't you see?
The other side of me
Loving you secretly
Hiding behind those camaraderie.