Shoulds
Have horns
And ram reindeer with
Thistle bush antlers
I grow
From the seeds of others
Leaf green
As lilac winter tells me.
And the advice of others
Protects
Culpability from
The mouth of a sweet whisper.
Shoulds
Grow fangs
And live in dark forests
I know this to be their opinion.
I live
Longer longings
I rise
With every new day
And they, are still there
Dressed in soft leather,
Stirring teas and
Ready to tell me paths ahead
Predicting the worst weather
Without knowing the storm
They condone.
Advice.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
Shoulds
Have horns
And ram reindeer with
Thistle bush antlers
I grow
From the seeds of others
Leaf green
As lilac winter tells me.
And the advice of others
Protects
Culpability from
The mouth of a sweet whisper.
Shoulds
Grow fangs
And live in dark forests
I know this to be their opinion.
I live
Longer longings
I rise
With every new day
And they, are still there
Dressed in soft leather,
Stirring teas and
Ready to tell me paths ahead
Predicting the worst weather
Without knowing the storm
They condone.
Advice.
Advice and friends
