colour and crashes
big eyes and lashes
this is you in mourning.

white latex gloves
white flying doves
this is you today.

careful breathes
careless lefts
this is you without.

bright flowy skirt
a smile that can flirt
this is you with him.

big perfect grin
crying over him
this is you at your finest.

smoke in the air
thick curly hair
this is you and me.

sometimes
the script is already written.
sometimes it's ad lib.

Body and mind aren't in align
A disagreement,
An argument,
A quarrel over reality;
What actually is and what it's supposed to be.
Imagine a world where they'd be at peace,
Where mind and body weren't enemies
And it didn't snow in Spring.
But, these are just dreams I lay awake thinking about
At half past ten.

You are doing it wrong..
really wrong.
how many poems do you write every day?
and at nights?
do you think he deserves it? Do you deserve this?
wake up from your break up
gather up your soul now
pick up the pieces and start your dance.
Magic, magic, magic! Rock't!