Angie

Here’s a wish for you, who do you think comes first, in everything you do, wish I wasn’t around, ask what it’s like to thirst, when summer comes to an end, you say the sea alone is blue, haven’t time for mirth, to know when something’s due, was it by the Sound, you left such trails well versed, to know I'd sit alone, you try to ring on cue, sometimes for the worst, from desolate white walled cubes, the river shines where debt is shone, stars and light converse, your reach for me is gone, are you scared ?