I love you, lady with artificial hair

"If the sun were bigger and warmer and shining
just for me
I should have more time to think
who I want to be.
But that the sun shines little or heats too much
it's to hot ... it's so hot
or very cool,  coolest brand and look, cool a lot
my sun shines little or heats too much ...
it just peeks in through the half-open window for a while,
for such ...

combing my fake hair
I am still dreaming

dreaming
dreaming

about who I could still be.
If the sun shines just for me,
if I were younger,
if it wasn't not me, but ... if ...
do you understand me?"

"Keep smiling
my lady with fucking fake hair
deer cool lady
the mirror will smile back at you.

Artificial hair was called a wig at our age
a witch understands a witch
the mirror reflection,
                in the hotest burning stage.
You are not me,
                you are not princess or king of elves
when you look into your eyes
of our simply connected fucking other selves."

I love you, my Miss Universe,
I love you, my dream verse
   for all princesses and elves.
I love you, so much, my Best of all,
   the best of all my loving selves.