paint.me

There's more heart-break in her single tear
than a thousand tragic ends...
she twists her hair through her thoughts and sips on stale air
The windows break as she whispers her wishes between crossed-fingers
and three-leaf clover hopes...
She catches snow-flakes on her stomach and tries not to breathe...
just to cope.

She floats like a ghost through smiles and hunger-
flavoured with cynicism that sadness brings her.

And she doesn't sleep, she watches, and waits
for someone to fly through her window and take her away
on swift supernovas to a fairy ballet.

She closes her eyes, and tries, to pretend she's not hurt,
but she cries at the smallest of things...
her fingers are chipped from the nails to the rings
that rust as she withers away at the pips.
She's a map with no roads on or north,west or east...
and she's phoning no numbers on a phone with no beep...
She's talking to angels when she doesn't believe,
and her mind's over-worked but she's feeling naive.

She's losing herself in a maze of emotion,
the cracks in the pavement are starting to open,
she's driving her mad as she stares at the pools in her eyes,
and the beat in her bones killing her

with her lies.