Sylvia Plath

I keep skipping over pages
I am running out of spaces
I forgot to water my chamomile
The weatherman has been deceiving lately
I mistook you for someone of a different name
I don't think that she'll make it on this train
But I don't mind holding the space you wild have taken
Besides my dog is here and I only bought one ticket

So I'm getting on
Headed west towards the water
I don't know when another will come
And I don't wanna wait around here any longer
I guess I'll see you in another life
Maybe I'll meet you in the air
Maybe I'll see you when I'm 27
Maybe it's raining there



Credits
Writer(s): Liv Haltermon
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