On the plains
Well the wind blew in and it brought the news
but what could you do from there?
So you sat on the plain and you thought of the game
You lost
And it is hard to say what kept me going
when I don’t know what kept you gone
But when I love someone I trust their tongue.
I am young
I am dumb
And it hurt, ’cause you lied to her
we are a good, tight fit
we were sewn close knit but you’ve filled pages of your own
and there are still some stages that I’ve only been shown
I tried to make it better
Unsuccessful I guess
Title: Must have grown
When I’m in my room I am back in the womb
all my books and my bed have not moved
But now all of the songs have been sung
And now all of these sounds have been sown
O! By now I must have grown
with his iris on me, arrow pointed his bee
had to sting, crack cacoon, hum honey
In my bed it was not like the books
I don’t know what he meant by his looks.
O! By now I must’ve grown