I Am She, She Is Mine
if she ever smiled,
cracks would show,
if perfection existed
she wouldn't know,
listen to her cries-
the way they sound like singing,
listen to her lies-
the way they it feels like living,
if she ever left
the world would split in two;
standing, on nothing but a raft,
she'll show up when you're blue
but you let her go-
now you're on your own
by then you'll cry,
and she won't show.
teeth fall but at least you're there;
when the skyes open up
the ocean won't be fair,
but she won't stop
looking to be first
not in their vocabulary-
oh! but she'll burst
and you might worry
that she won't make it-
until you see
the moon's well lit
while the air will be your fee
and when it hurts
the sea won't care,
and when it burns
she'll cut her hair-
for she's the stars, the moon and the sky-
and im hers, until i die.
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