a ballerina who once
danced to the silent tunes
of risqué insanity,
was lost in the
violent chorus
of adament frailty

do u remember her??
that wild hair
those dark eyes
in a desperate fight
to outrun the borders
drawn by the lines of
captivating kohl
fighting against the
ravenous wind tht
threatens to snub
out the last existing
piece of music
the last song
the last play
the last drawn line
the last move
the very last...

do u remember her?
how she used to
jump at the sight
of gypsy women
selling dreams in
crystal balls n tarot cards
how she used
to feel for the
used and abused
urchins who were high
on a life tht never was
how she craved
for the flower
tht never grew
for a bird
tht never flew
for the wind
tht never blew
and for her half
tht ws never you.

there is nothing
to say or do
to bring her back
u say
to bring her back to you
to a world
that was never her
to her half
that was never you...