a tiny seed germinates
in the recesses of your mind
slowly infecting your innocence
wrapping it’s black tentacles
around your creative heart
bludgeoning the happiness
that once resided there
once perfection takes root
we are blind to freedom
we become a slave

They say that diamonds are a girl’s best friend,
that anything sparkly is beautiful,
that anything beautiful is of value,
that anything of value should be obtained.

They tell you to follow the brightest light,
because the brightest light is often the end of the tunnel,
because the brightest light will lead the way,
because the brightest light is always right.

They claim that only the prettiest ornaments get picked,
that you should get the best ones on the shelf,
that the more precious an ornament is, the more worthy it is of your purchase,
that the prettiest ones should be the one you want.

What they don’t tell you is
a blessing can very well be a curse.
That the diamonds are only beautiful because they cracked under pressure,
that the brightest light belongs to the shortest candle,
that the prettiest ornaments are the ones that break with a single touch.

what have they done to you,
dear girl with the rainbow hair?

have they saddled you with their insatiable thirst for perfection,
my sweet girl with the rainbow hair?

have they demonized the ground you dare stand,
fearless girl with the rainbow hair?

have the non-believers tore you piece from piece,
my messed up girl with the rainbow hair?

the world will always tear you down,
tender girl with the rainbow hair.

you were never supposed to use your voice,
my deafening girl with the rainbow hair.

do not let them defeat you,
sweet heartbroken girl with the rainbow hair.

whilst machismo is still alive,
the girls will never be safe.

She's whatever I want her to be,
A little part in you and me.

She haunts my dreams with autumn hair,
She's always red, she's always there.

She calls with leaves falling off her skin,
The needles of pines and light from within.

She walks through fog and brings the sun,
The ink of prayers, the air of my lungs.

She's whatever She wants to be,
She is me
She is me
She is me...

Inadvertently, I looked up, and looked
Into your eyes, and saw, your naked soul;
My hapless soul trembled to transcendence;
Love at first sight, terrifying and true.

Beauty lies not in the beholder's eyes,
But deep in the eyes of whom he beholds.
For once, in heaven's womb, the souls were one;
Love's a mere glimpse of perfection untold.