Tell me what it means to be happy,
Because in this moment,
I can not breathe.
As my heart’s song fills the deep valleys of my lungs,
no words escape my tongue,
But bleed purple ink on worn paper.
Tell me what it is to love,
The cracks between your fingers.
To know them like my own,
To mend these broken bones,
And convert my jaded tones.
To fill the wells of tears I shed,
And breathe in the sky with these wings, you spread.
Tell me how blind eyes see the desires of my soul?
Because the girl who dwells inside,
is awestruck by your light,
Murmuring sounds of pure delight.
Cheerful liquid fills my eyes,
Peering into yours, there are no lies.
Thou, who sees through my puzzled skin,
And paints strokes of beauty, deep within.