when i think about it
the world spins in the opposite direction
it’s fine i mean, she is her own women
but which star is receiving
for when i pray i know your wonderous name
send flowers and wishes for the future
mines and yours
i’m not the monster they said
not the one i was supposed to be
or the one you heard i was
i survived against
your brother in flames
you sister in tears
your mother digging a shallow grave
but i plead to you
watch our shadows closely
we wander off the rift
every no and then
but we will walk up straight
find our way
in your eyes
so maybe a cane for the shakey path
a jacket for the questionable weather
a stamp for this letter that one day will come to you
