balls of crumbled paper
litter the floor
around the trash can

the sun dances on her skin, no, the wind plays through her hair, no, her eyes sparkle like fathomless jewels, no

insipid wasted ideas
gone wrong
from brain to hand to pen

the rain falls like tears from the unblinking eyes of eternity, yet i feel more like an eyelash stuck just above the eyelid

if only you could
plug into my brain
see the things i think

she is breathtaking, exactly what a dream come to life would look like if my imagination were as vivid as to create anything half perfect

skip the middle man
take a ride with the fool
through insanity and love

she saw into my mind, the things i think in the darkest parts of me, i felt her scream silently as the madness filled her