Merry Girl

The reason for her Laughter, drama of the sky. Way the trees fold their leaves after they're tired, then who imagines her. Who if not them, the constant optimists with their everlasting SMILE. Overrated are the words because they all wither in the mind of the one that's so far away from her. Words that sooner or later end up in DIRT which is beautiful in only one way. Covering yesterday with a kiss she longs for a regret that will show colours inside, that will show that she is also BRUISING EASILY, even more like birds that haven't been on a parade for her in such long time. Believe me or not but she is happy. In the head a thousand thoughts about the one that is out of arms lenght and as a reward a COLD APPLAUSE for the persistance. Further down the road there is a goal, what she needs to survive and to breathe in. She will take the air from him, even the last atom. From her BOY IN A BUBBLE that's lost in her thoughts million miles away. A perfect life, drama of her sky.