Janessa

Here's a thought for you, do you wonder who comes first, with all your time to rue, wish I’d never been born, ask if i thirst, when summer breaks its form, your canticle, the sea is blue, leaves you little time for mirth, or know each homeless fugue, was it by book or 'phone, you palmed your lies well versed, to know how i'd blow, will you try again this evening, to run cursed, from those lonely dreams, debts unpaid and hate accrues, stars and sails converse, they reach beyond your pew, it’s not me you scare.