Mystical little glass bottle
We empty our fears and our lush
Galatic fuming microscopes
Tropes connecting underground with roots
And musky vines
I'm told I'm overly wordy at times.

Tones lilting and deepening
Heart racing slightly at fear
Of seeing the past again
Would we gasp?
Laugh?
Dodge the bullet that would fly straight into
What we forgot
We shared?

But you've got your new love now
Heard she met mama
Long hair, she's got over 1000 instagram likes
Best friend is right
You got the capacity to be with that
And sometimes in the middle of my days
I'll think just about how
You told me this ***** may or may not be your friend.

Bitterness
Lets swat it away with tea leaves
I remember a mystical psychic
Read my energy, my palm
She told me I had a very fruitful future ahead
Radiant, strong energy
Lots of love, more than one child
Waiting for my white gown
To crown me like it did in dreams
10pm my body wakes up

Drank glasses of *** with one cube of ice
Leisurely reading, killing time
I made a new playlist
Didn't name it after a book of the bible
Or play with season, alliteration
Wave that fee, I had such an honest conversation
About beauty with my production designer
I just wanted to delete all of this

Maybe its time to try new voices on.