Caitlyn Three

The love you show, dissolves gives way, a fool with every throw, is it in your creed, to circle the days, why can't you see, in garments sewn, by a drunken oblate, it’s all you know, incense, flowers, crazes, a dance on hot stones, you want to be free, of what you've sown, only the shame, head bowed as you go, pulls you back to me, bring whisky for your pain, try to be happy, brilliant origins, whisper your name, water is in full flow, find your own space