The ear,
The oil, resists
Stubborn word water
She locked her neck target
Like a missle mother
I chimed in
Like a dusty daughter
But she loaned attention
To someone further
Away I go
To ground control
So my flighty feet
Embrace the mold
Of the runways and get-a-ways
For which I've packed
Will busy mother
Want me back?
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC
The ear,
The oil, resists
Stubborn word water
She locked her neck target
Like a missle mother
I chimed in
Like a dusty daughter
But she loaned attention
To someone further
Away I go
To ground control
So my flighty feet
Embrace the mold
Of the runways and get-a-ways
For which I've packed
Will busy mother
Want me back?