Hannah

When I was losing cred, you told me to be strong, I won't see you again, you sent me poems, dancing lines of song, who else does rise alone, freedom's sense of dread, whispers other wrongs, sit for days in bed, having someone to know, greater than bells rung, laughing lovers in tow, can't pray for the rest, drawing fire with tongs, my manner's not the best, not likely to suppose, why our paths have crossed, make my lipstick glow, grant me this loss.