Arcee Springer

When it comes and doesn't

fold before it's done

When it shades and plays

what you call a melody of

sense Your pretense

So hard to conceal what I

feel back when I was so

idly wild I'm awake now

tonight without sundays

mornings bruises on my

neck Quiet kind of thinking

not anything wishing I was

far away where trees drop

leaves as far as I can see

Arcee shivers beside me

scooping up the softness

promising shell be with me

forever Why does this

music make me sad could I

make a part of myself, true