She wanted to listen to
Old tapes about her past
That made her sad
Her identity was iron clad
Impenetrable
As you hold her heart
From the backside
Console her with true love
She cries for both of you
The third other sits on a couch
Buried in disgust pain and doubt
She doesn’t care if you stay
She wants you out
I don’t care if you go
She meant it
You felt it
There are many among you
That represent fun
But you’re not the one
Ghostlighting you
With party favors
That are people
The butterfly is emerging
Snake skin is shedding
Who’s flags are red
If we’re betting
Yours or mine?
Flashing lights
Confined to the past
No one can love for us
© GÄ
Poétique 