crow jane

 

I’d show you the magic of what lies between the stars

wisps of dreams never completely forgotten

 if you’d only stop talking for a moment

about how I should listen to you

 

I don’t want to talk anymore

I’m tired of this verbal banter

 

you see me for what I am

but you want to change it

evolve, put in your own eloquent words

 

as if somehow

my youth and beauty are all I know

and you’ve taken it upon yourself

to teach

this poor

little

girl

about the big scary world