cruel joke

Hide your drown eyes,
Shelted by the shade on your cap
Hide your drown eyes
When his sulen words sting as bees
Your breast twists tight as an old mop
Trying to strangle out dirt drop
Hide your drown eyes.

His lips turned up

With mischieve in their straight line

His lips turned up

As if his fiery words wouldn't cut

iron burning my intraile

With his frivolous studying gaze

His lips turned up

"It was a joke!" 

"What do you mean you cold rough turd?" 

"It was a joke!

Just to shake your green leafs and poke

Not meant to actually hurt

But to see how your frail voice chocked.

It was a joke!" 

Cool air returned... 

Through my nose down the pipe and chest

Cool air returned... 

should shove my knuckles up your face

deceiving betrail of your test,

But he's been true, it was a jest

Cool air returned... 

drumming alive under my breasts

Only the good die young

Life flies by you swirling your skirt,

You can plant your feet in the sure dirt,

Or dance to the gay sounds it brought,

But you will be left counting turns.

If you focus on its colors,

Your eyes will water and hurt,

While you'll lose its fresh bun sent,

Its butterfly wings flutters.

You can chose wisely

But it won't wait frozen,

Sooner hurricane your plans

Across deserts and oceans.

It will pluck your feathers

If spread to its caress

Like a wolf would a hut

Shielding its fat meal.

By the time you grow,

Your thirst for flight

Is dragged by an inner voice

And you are unable to move.

The oldest of trees rather

sway to the gushing wind

than attempt thick and haughty

to halt its turbulent current.

Alas, it catches up

Leaving you counting turns

And the Polaroids you took

Along the unexpected way.