Janessa

Here's a thought you know, do you wonder who comes first, with all your places to go, wish I’d never been born, ask if i ever thirst, when summer turns to storm, your canticle the sea alone, gives a time for birth, or knows who tends your bones, will you try again with scorn, to run me cursed, understand what's torn, by book or by 'phone, from these lonely suburbs, would see me dance alone, your body is laid low, sky and stars converse, they reach beyond sunset's glow, it’s not me you scare.