Mar 2019
There is a yellow tint to this scene
A golden bronze to this touch
I so desperately want to know
if you see it too
If my mind is stretching too far
stop me before I fall off the edge
But if you see these hands as
a God bearing gift
Take them and show me their worth
But if we keep sitting here in this stale water
I will grow old and prune in this filth
A golden bronze to this touch
I so desperately want to know
if you see it too
If my mind is stretching too far
stop me before I fall off the edge
But if you see these hands as
a God bearing gift
Take them and show me their worth
But if we keep sitting here in this stale water
I will grow old and prune in this filth
to men: do something, or else we will leave. because I am a woman who deserves more. a man should see me across the room and want to know me. and after finding out who i am; should want to be with me. if not, then i will leave for i have waited long enough for a man who sees me.
