A woman who needs
May well be a court jester
A fool of a girl
Photo credit: Tiger R., age 7
A woman who needs
May well be a court jester
A fool of a girl
Photo credit: Tiger R., age 7
I’m sure I’d kiss you
Let the world call me crazy
You’ve made me fearless
They enter your dreams
Force your face to the mirror
Then steal all your hope
Where may I confess
With Whom might I seek Council
And vow my resolve
These ingredients
I was only there
To make it all seem legit
You didn’t need me

Joy feels as a sin
A mad day, an angry day
Despite pure motives
I imagine we
The dark, icy depths
I’ve fastened quite the tether
And taken the leap