these berries sting my lips
we picked and you showed me
how to find the sweetest blues

perhaps you know how i feel
and are just kind
or i hid well
but either way
i ask God if he wants to share
thinking that if he is involved
things will work out in my favor
but that’s not how it works

so i eat the last berry
and remember that
this rock in my gut
isn’t meant to stay

nor were you apparently
but i guess a lesson learned
is that my favor
doesn’t depend on you anyways