Emma

Who don't need a shrink, tell my lover go away, give me time to think, what I might disown, like a butchers display, is separate his bones, hear pocket change clink, am betting you to say, my mind is just a sink, a letter from home, begs me hard to pray, am done with being down, I teeter on the brink, though early summer days, go fimd me an ice rink, am not here for kicks, bright surface of a rege, almost makes me flip, seek the holy trail.