Ode to Joy

She was cute as a flower

And dangerous like love

Nobody never owned her

Not even herself

Between a loving life

Full of certainty

Or the chaos of

Loneliness

She always seeked

The independent silence

The only drop of the rain

To fall out of the pond

Walked the road

Like she own it

Because she did

Or that’s what she felt

And what’s more important?

Knowing the truth

Even if you don’t accept it

Or just making it up

She had a fine mind

Enough to talk alone

And that’s everything

She ever needed

To be honest,

I really don’t know her

It was just a glance

A pickpocketing one

The way she looked

How she didn’t

The life we spend together

Never felt like one

The bench where we seated

To be alone together

Seems much more lonely now

While I’m remembering it

And thats all she ever was

Just a flipping coin

Where both sides

Told everybody to fuck off

I remember her fondly

Even if she don’t know me

Or who I am,

Or who I was, at all

But she was cute as a flower

And dangerous like love

Nobody never owned her

Not even herself