my feeler girl
a poem by Gwevera Nightingale
tears did fall, emotions squall, morning's wakings sewed the shawl does my daughter tie her shoes? why won't someone quell our blues? golden gardens were our morns, abusive silence proved our thorns shrikes were women watching on — how we loved had made them wrong jealous feelings bearing pride would have those monsters growing snide my broken brain for doing maths; they made to ruin both our paths daughter, angel, wicked luck has had these people throwing muck they did not see, misunderstood, our bliss was only ever good to miss you every breath I take — I want to die — that is my stake my savior too, beautiful girl, my prayers are that we'll once more whirl our times of joy will come again; adventure's sought can still begin to play and hug, those colors too, then one day soon I'll read to you please find freedom just for me, don't swallow up their devil's glee sadomasochists will lose, to live for you is what I chose someone, someday, awfully soon, will help us snuggle with our moon
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