Bright Leaves

She believes
In the mystic things I cannot see
In the blood, in the wine
In the oil that divides

I’ll find a verse that will reverse
All the times I let you down
Of course, it’s worse for you than it ever was for me
There’s probably a proverb
Or a parabola that’s parallel to you

Please say to me
All the colors that we used to see
Bright leaves, TV
And the awkward see full green
Shame, royalty

I’ll find a verse that will reverse
All the times I let you down
Of course, it’s worse for you than it ever was for me
There’s probably a proverb
Or a parabola that’s parallel to you… and me