There’s hunger in us, everywhere,
In every type of soul;
A longing for another life,
A different touch, or role —
So scatter leavings on the path
That someone might devour:
That’s why I clutter up your feed
With poems
Every
Hour
There’s hunger in us, everywhere,
In every type of soul;
A longing for another life,
A different touch, or role —
So scatter leavings on the path
That someone might devour:
That’s why I clutter up your feed
With poems
Every
Hour
Lift me up from shame to love,
Set my heart to rights;
Give me what I’m dreaming of
There, behind the lights
Past the bridge, to Charleston,
We are soon to go;
Past the bridge, to Charleston —
Please, I need
To know