Chrissie Three

Who can speak of empathy, sitting on a wall, a neighbour to the sea, see your eyes come awake, they dance on thorns, all the stuff that’s fake, each day of being happy, is echoed in my calls, then it hits me, who wants to stake, a life of being torn, so I hesitate, some old has been, asks penny for your thoughts, what about infidelity, it’s a different take, on being cast forlorn, a bill of lading, shivering I want to be, not the one who’s caught, it’s not my scene, wondering if I'm born.