Natalie Three

You ask how I cope, if you could only help, to take us back home, why make me suffer, away from the Lens, no need for your buffers, keep out of my zone, you might mean well, but I’m better alone, don't bring in your mother, let her stay in her shell, be a part time lover, we’ll roll with the blow, on bar stools and leather, our skin might need soap, but with syrups and scent, my life won’t be tethered, by you or your friends, I’ll laugh at the rope, that dangles bereft, that weighs all your hope, while I gaze to heaven.