Emily

Don't talk to me and pause, make this river weep and cry, we've heard your tales before, when you waved us away, she writhed inside, what you said was fake, she's your daughter, your so called interesting smile, say how you fought for her, left as a reminder, a taste, forgotten when we tried, to mail you every place, then a letter sodden in laughter, a cloudburst of your lies, Kobe, Manila, some wooden craft, in iron huts you pray, a lonely beach and sky, she’s never going to say, you gave her up for life