Do the see the world as a poem
Do you see it like I do?
Do the words slip through your fingers
Do they slip before you can open your eyes?
Do they slip like I did
Do they slip from the bed when the sky’s dark?
Do you see the word as a poem
Do you see it like she used to?
Cut my nails so I can
ShOvE them
In my ears
And wrapped up in a blanket
No one can sEE me
here
But I can
So Sunday was the first night of Hanukkah
And there are still cops
Outside the synagogue
And there are still people who look at us
With murder in their eyes
And there are still shootings
If someone is up there
I thought you should know
I’m in love
A dove soars over the mist
God if you're up there
You should know I’m flying free
Comments
Log in or register to post comments.