i’ve been here before
and it’s always the same
love lets them go and i’m
half drowned
do you not see the irony
i do
i tuned my strings too high
and they’re starting to
break my heart it won’t
make a sound
but i’ll listen real close
you too
a hundred thousand flowers
i give you just walk to the
top of this hill and look down
there they are
they are yours
they always
were
you always
will be
the moon
to me
you always
will be
the moon
to me
bhagiti 7.18.07 perrysburg, oh