Aches me, she bathes me
She wakes me from sleigh dreams
The summer will foster a handful of change
Playgrounds in winter
Blue bare hands remember
The naked reluctance to walk in the road
I don't have what it takes to be a star and make it alright
But I'm alright
Silence of slumber
A new day to somber
To throw my charades over seizures of grief
Angel, the sleeper
The midnight eureka
A fountain will spring up before languid dawn
I don't have what it takes to be a star and make it alright
But I'm alright
Grandma, it's just me now
The silence is inviting me to seek for an everlasting drink
Help me find a stillness
And an absurdism in the waking life I'm so terrified to try
Missing someone more than
A compensation ever could replace but that's all there's left to take
I'm forever grateful
For all the times I spent inside your home making worlds to call my own