Comeback.

Did you bless my figure
With a dash across The darkness?
I am hollow, you are whole so
Can we rendez-vouz in black and blue
To match our frail and fats; although
There's dirt under your dress, i checked
Each plait is far from snapshot ready
Hands are crossed behind white backs
Some shaking; mine are steady
Mathamatics form disctactions
Let our hearts express this fraction
I defined the Dictionary
Without fact, but with attraction
Weaker at the knees
Than at the cracks between the smiles
That do no justice to the feelings
That we file, that we believe
To be so fake, revolt, revile
I am the talent that can't speak
but in the spirit i am spinning
your soul can't pirouette, so let it sweat
the loss is in the winning.