Feel - Felt - Felt

Zooming up to the sky,
and the fake stars
are spinning around
her blemished eyes.
She draws a giant circle
above them all,
fills it up with
the whitest white
and grayish dots.
Begging to forget
the agony of
the bastard
sad songs.

She smiles and frisks
then frankly lies;
sings along,
getting high.
She flies and
falls deep in heart;
inks her soul with
and paper cuts.
Feels them all
and buries them
in sleep, in a life
ever after.