Olivia

To those who ask of late, a chance to say please, my house is losing slates, run a bath with foam, give into your creed, the loving isn't done, remember the holidays, our trips to the beach, when you wanted to paint, studied all my bones, became suddenly aggrieved, now the colour's gone, wouldnt look me that way, make my troubles cease, understand why I prayed, don't want to cast stones, am OK to believe , you will never atone, what is there to say, with people like these, small horizons in the rain, won't replace my needs.