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.