"do something pretty while you can
don't be a fool
reading the gospel to yourself
is fine"

we will color ourselves in with crayons
spending enough time in the sun
for the colors to melt and bleed
their definition of lovely won't stand a chance

i am so afraid of growing up
i want to be the little child you take by the hand
singing & walking
like nothing will ever cut anyone into pieces
and there is no such thing as a lesser evil

if it isn't now, then it never was.

the sky was so pretty, i opened the window to be that much nearer.