She’s at that point where she can laugh
And things will come together
Or things will fall apart
She’ll light a candle
Listen to that jingle jangle music that she loves
And shade that purple through her eyelashes
A touch of blush
Soft brush mascara eyelines in the night
She knows the things that make her cry
And laughs at them tonight.

A hundred wings go flying through her head
Soft feathers of another life
Stroke patterns through her midnight mind
And wide awake coquette alights
She’ll slur a pretty symphony of fingernail fluorescence.
She likes dark eyes against dark sky
The black of pupils through starshine beams
And she can laugh
Or she might cry
But tonight its all the same
To only be accountable to that guitar beat bass
That pulses through windows
Pouring into city streets
Her late AM philosophy
That things will come together
Or things will fall apart

But tonight she laughs a vodka smile
Into the sky and swaying with that heady music
Intoxicated by the freedom
She reaches the point where she can laugh
Or maybe cry tonight.