Frederika

My lover asks, were you even born, you say nothing lasts, are these your ghosts, the dreams you’ve torn, that won't leave you alone, I adjust my mask, stroll down the lawn, I heed no troubled past, don't throw stones, at what I’ve known, if it stops me growing, I like our chit chats, not fool enough to pawn, a ticket like that, with love in my bones, I’ll create a storm, everyone needs a home, my key’s on the mat, don’t look forlorn, I don't do aghast, or roll up in sorrow