Massachusetts

Blue eyes see through you
Can I be yours?
Am I too hard to look at?
Was my skin too thin? Could you tell I wasn't home?
Back Bay to Allston
The streets wind and curl
The rain soaked my skin
These liminal spaces read as palindromes

Was it cool to be bothered by nothing
Saying nothing's wrong?
Did they think I was too precious to walk alone?

Demise of Blue Birds
Denied of souls
Their wings would flap forever
They try their best to bare their burdened bones
Oh, Massachusetts
Her air, chilly and cold
The woods are home to nothing
The rabbits fled, took shelter in cold stones

Was it cool to be bothered by nothing
Saying nothing's wrong?
Did they think I was too precious to walk alone?



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Wulf
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