Emma

Don’t look at me and pause, give one of those sighs, heard these tales before, this is my home now, not your interesting life, God you’re slow, while you spout good causes, I'm barely alive, in conditional clauses, please stop your moans, at wife number five, gush like water flows, outside a church door, Is this where you die, you want me to follow, hear this I won’t, despite the way you try, who needs your comfort, on this sun kissed cove, my skin grows alive, such was my life before, praying for a tide.