THE BLUE-LIPPED GIRL

Her song was soul mixed with jazz and country in between
Her love outgrew the numbers counted of the stars
And so She did not walk carefully,
this blue-lipped girl
Her toes tipped over each other and her feet bounced as they joined in the rhythm of the perfectly shaped days
These motions all championed by the happiness of someone else
The blue-lipped girl lives in a world of her own
Sings to her own heart beats
Yet dances in another’s shoes

Some days were gloomy, and some were bright
Somedays she looked within and saw what’s right
Some moments she could fly, in some she’d die
Hard as she tried, she tried only enough to sigh
The blue-lipped girl outgrew the world of her own
Sung to her own heart beats
Yet danced in another’s shoes

Some shoes were small and some were safe
In some shoes she felt sane
In some a warm, gentle rave
Some shoes stirred reflections
After she’d lost a sense of direction
But the blue-lipped girl
Stiff-necked and hedonistic
Steadfast as her emotions swirl
Becomes sophisticated and esoteric
The blue-lipped girl still lived in a world of her own
Sung to her own heartbeat
And danced in familiar shoes

Soon the shoes were fewer
And the music milder
Making gloominess easier
And emotions wilder
She looked from inside herself
And thought, “oh, what a life!
I shall wish myself an elf
And best embrace a dive”
So embrace she did and oh! what wonders she found
That God created her and all creatures unalike
With powers alike to concoct their own stories
Whichever emotions
Whatever dreams
All aspirations
In however frames
So The blue-lipped girl learned to live in her world
To sing to her own heartbeat
To dance in her own shoes

Soon she’d come to learn that no one is a victim of circumstance
Soon she realized that ecstatic or blue, she is the mastermind
Like the potter moulds to the shape desired
She too can design a life of hers
A life full of happiness and glee
A life independent of someone else’s presence
Or their feelings
Joys
Or their regrets
Mood swings
Or their despair
She too is an alchemist
And every moment can be made joyous if she but put her mind in a happy space
Being joyful at the thought of having good things and having them realized,
She lingered in awe at how much power she had
To be or not to be
Whatever she wished to see
Now the blue-lipped girl dances all day long
In self-made bespoke shoes
Singing unabatedly, a beautiful, timeless song

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