Sapling

I write letters to the future all the time
What's it like being older? Have you sorted it all out yet?
Can you tell our friends you love them? Have you got a flying car?
I like to hear that voice played back to me in writing
An artefact, breakable like strings on my guitar
But if I could write a letter back, a letter back
If I could speak to you, my darling
You sapling, with your curls, you little girl
I think I would have to lie



Credits
Writer(s): Georgina Mary West
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