We danced a convincing number,
but your steps were always out of order  
you played me a beautifully painful song,
leaving my ears bleeding all night long

I wanted to keep dancing with you,
I wanted to sing by your side  
I tried to move slower, faster too,  
I tried to sing in the right tune...

Little did I know,
when you were looking away,
You were staring at the one
who couldn't dance the right way

Her bad moves, spread to you, maybe unintentionally,
Then you hurt me, you crushed me, you pushed me away...

Now we're no longer dancing.
We'll never sing again,
and I'm all alone now,  
Smiling again.

where you bottle all up,
where you put your past back in a box,
where you decide to exist
and live the feeling.

One of those days
where you feel the sun on your skin,
where you embrace the world,
where music makes you dance
and makes you feel good.

One of those days
where you can't stop smiling,
where the world smiles back at you,
where people lift you up
and touch your heart.

One of those days
where every song makes you sing,
where you know you took the right choices,
where everything makes sense
even your existence.

The smiling face often lies ,
No one knows , what it hides .
It is easier to curve your mouth ,
Then to let the pain come out .

The smiling face ,my mirror shows
Hides every stories which I know
I deceive others with my cheery facade
As they do the same , they too are flawed .

There are few true smiles ,
Hardly seen much awhile.
But they fade away fast ,
Because happiness do not last .

Why were you smiling
as you turned
my blue sky
white cloud mind
into a thunderstorm?

Was it funny when you created dust
out of my porcelain love?

Did you enjoy
sprinting over the twigs
that were my bones,
crunching them into the open, dried out pinecones
that I opened for you?

Of course you were smiling.
I allowed it.
I relinquished my tight grip of the tattered ropes
that held you to me.
I let your untamed soul run free,
setting fires wherever you traveled.

I still love that smile.
That smile that pierces my zip-loc bag of a spirit
and lets the contents sprawl across the floor.
You won't pick up the mess.
That's okay.

I let you set fires that decimate entire cities
just so I can see that intoxicating smile.

And so she sat there,
smiling quietly,
watching the sun set fire
to the bright green trees,
feeling the window warm against her head,
as frizzy hair brushed her shoulders.
Music flowed through her earbuds,
the scent of orange bloomed
in the gently chattering bus.
Fridays couldn't be better,
and life was beautiful.
Too bad she'd have to leave it behind.

Screeching stung the lovely afternoon,
spinning, and spinning, and spinning.
A cocktail of chemicals rushing,
flushing out the floating happiness.

Black, and tears, and tragedy.
The most beautiful of souls had to pass before all others.

the sky falls down on me
but
I'm starving my umbrella
to death