Sophie

I'm not your latest grip, nor big sea, the yellow light hid, you ask about my lovers, with all their surly needs, they don’t have my number, what I want to live, to break belief, is fashion all my limits, find a place of wonder, witness the creed, like my denim sister, red nails and paper ribbon, showing is enough to bleed, it really is within my gift, enslave or encumber, a lifetime crossing ferries, the smells of sweet summer, you make me sound limpid, by title or deed, a matchstick in the river, so much more to me.