A fake song
Jul 21, 2024
My brother and I sing
After the sun sets, stinging
Fireflies from the stream of our timeMy brother and I sing
Elbows on the table, clinging
To my journal of the unmentionable linesIf you were to tell me
The shrike will be soon, striking
I won’t be seeing the faces of your
Heartless kindLet our song be in sunshine
Let it be on a trike, riding
I don’t want to miss any rainbow
Running half circles
in my mind