So we spoke until the light came back in the sky
Hoping to hold hands and overcome shy
Instead music was the company, the light, the mood
She wrote this song as a dedication to depression
She is pretty and in pain
But pain was pivotal
Her beauty is expressed through her truth and her words
Her words cut deeper than the traces on her skin
Sharper to undress her interlect
This is where I caught emotions that attract
For the love of jazz strikes the conversation over short and tall sexy glasses
Talking about expressing feeling
She had the option to elaborate the ongoing disappointments or changing the topic.
She revealed our similarities, sometimes it seems as if she resides in my mind
I didn’t get a notice of new tenants
But she seemed to know some corners cut sharp and soft edged in the wild head office of a shady spontaneity and a clean background.
It is “too good to be true” looking in the mirror of social platforms and finding its reflection on the end recipient
Doubt said “return to sender” but the warm heart was tempted to submit to old habits of the image of pure love.
The healing wounds were playing along nonchalantly
Giving but not giving of self fully foolishly like previously
Lately turning the blind eye on toxic heart’s desires
Saying
Thank you, you inspired this piece.