straight out of the Devotion booklet (I even kept the bad punctuation :D)
Down the hill i hoped that i'd find
Something i could rest my hands on
in the distant sun is setting
deer are jumping over hedges
By the dock of the pond Turtle Island
i will wait for you there, creeping
silently, i can't keep you
right behind me
All my days in the sun...
In the waters, trace her features,
did they scare you, hardened creatures
in that murky, green perfection
did they warn you of dissection...
How? what, why, when...?
How I want Olive to know,
that inside me she'll always grow.
In all colors and prizes
you will always
remain.
straight out of the Devotion booklet (I even kept the bad punctuation :D)
Down the hill i hoped that i'd find Something i could rest my hands on in the distant sun is setting deer are jumping over hedges
By the dock of the pond Turtle Island i will wait for you there, creeping silently, i can't keep you right behind me All my days in the sun...
In the waters, trace her features, did they scare you, hardened creatures in that murky, green perfection did they warn you of dissection... How? what, why, when...?
How I want Olive to know, that inside me she'll always grow. In all colors and prizes you will always remain.
i don't think it's "bad punctuation" as you put it. it's poetry.
i don't think it's "bad punctuation" as you put it. it's poetry.