Ophelia

Do we keep or burn, a love like gas, the flame turned down, you can see the blue, now time has passed, not strung out on spoons, it's enough to turn, the house won't collapse, somehow you'll convert, words to laden schooners, a truth come to pass, bars are full of losers, I’ll work away and churn, poems to hold you fast, drink from Grecian urns, act as your muse, warm your fingers at the tap, switch it up, disaster makes me laugh.