Tinkerbell Tendencies

Paint a picture for your losses.

Sometimes I hear you crying late at night,

Because you’re not real in this place,

And they don’t clap for you anymore.

Wonder how they’d change their minds,

If they could remember the sound

Of laughter in the springtime and

No tissue in the ring-around-a-roses.

Posses for the dancing girls smiling;

Did you hear about the quite contrary

Mary? and white horses in the fields

Of poppies that sway in you laughing.

But not anymore, you had a great fall.

Those wings helped you climb too high,

Where the sound of clapping could not reach.

And they wonder why the paint has no smile.

Tinkerbell tendencies gonna kill you, sweetheart.

But then, you cannot fly without your wings...