Biscuit

She lost herself, but she has many litres of coffe.
She got her rainy days and a whole load of silence.

She has millions of sad songs and the memories of that smile.
She lost her mind looking for futile answers but she got the sea inside.

She had her reasons and they were all fake.
She got the summer and the lyrics but she threw them along the way.

She got her fairy tale but she lost it amidst the excuses.
She has all those streets to walk though she thinks she should mind her steps.

She found her pack of cigarettes just now that she has run out of fire.
She has a very short song and a her tiny little mirror shattered all over the place.

She says she has tomorrow morning, the next one...and the next.
She had finally found her heart and not knowing what to do with it...
She ended up blowing it away.