my mother
Has short brown hair that frizzes up in the heat
And warm brown eyes that inform
An eisteinian brain
She is beautiful
Inside and Out

my head feels
like a stomach of alcohol
bursting, sick, warm, dizzy
i can't steady
my train of thought
itisfallingoffthetracks
there's a fire in my head
and when I look in the mirror
there is blood running down my face from my eyes and
from my shorts
and suddenly my mind starts working again
remember? it whispers
yes i do

there is a place
where lost hearts
can go
songs are sung
and we reminisce
the highs and the lows

there was a time
when my heart lived there
the sun never shined
and I never cared

when I found your eyes
I knew that we were saved
and after some time,
my heart left the cave

my little fairy boy
is tired today
the blue in his hair is crying
and his pink dress is a little more tattered
than when he begun
but his head is clear
and his wings are strong

this time there is no maybe
he will carry me far, far away

i wonder when
things went wrong
i think it was when the forbidden fruit
slid down my throat
along with your sins