Don’t let yourself
be comfortable.
Watch for crows.
They whisper lies
like prayers.
I know silk will
keep me beautiful,
but I will not
keep these feelings
veiled.
I will call for rain,
demand
a way
to weep.
Don’t let yourself
be comfortable.
Watch for crows.
They whisper lies
like prayers.
I know silk will
keep me beautiful,
but I will not
keep these feelings
veiled.
I will call for rain,
demand
a way
to weep.