Juanita

Don’t talk to me and pause, give one of those sighs, I've heard these tales before, this is my home now, not your own interesting life, God you’re so slow, while you made good causes, I was barely alive, all your conditional clauses, Recife, Manous, a church door, Is this where you expect to die, you want me to follow, here’s what I won’t, despite the way you cried, who needed comfort, sun kissed beaches skin glow bars, boys, such easy delights, I always stayed below, praying for a tide.