MIKA

He sings -
bright and colorful -
like his videos -
like a magpie.

Bubblegum Lollipop
to keep for your feet light
in this heavy world,
to remind you
"love only gets you down"
even Underwater.

He's a dancer
who can Blame it on the Girls
as easy as the Good Guys.
His talent is plain to see,
to love.

Mon cœur,
MIKA le fait Boum Boum Boum.

He makes me smile,
the thought that he is human,
which he shies not from
as he dances about his messy room
for all to see.

I'll remember to live for glitter -
not you -
that We are Golden.

And if all that fails to cheer me,
that joy in his own art,
that care across mediums,
if I cannot be distracted,
I'll turn to his song Grace Kelly
and refuse to care
as I revel in inconvenience.

The simple act of dancing about my room,
singing notes at the top of my lungs
that I'd never let another soul hear,
cheers me more than anything else I know.
And I have a Happy Ending