My Mhamo is beautiful,
her eyes sparkle...
Being in love is hard,
more complicated I should say...
Misfortunes will become fine artwork
and time a slab to display...
And she whispered-
Dare I walk around...
Orange blossom showers
On organza silk...
What has become of me
is a woman dealing with allergies...
Two hands covered in multi paint
sliding around the edges...
My big red button
is bigger than your button...
What came before you was sadness and loss
Thought you wouldn't be...
All of this gravel I'm eating keeps
chipping my teeth...
I will die slowly
Stuck inside my own body...
Her hair like gilded feathers,
Beauty unrivaled eyes like the Cerulean Sea...