I will file this under Tusdays Tell All as well as the Poetry category because “Notso Fearless” has taken a big step in finding her voice and telling her truth.
You told me once you sold your soul – in hopes that you would fly, you said angels wings were fairy tales and scripture? Lullabies.
The only trip we ever took was with a needle in our arm. I remember once – you shit yourself – after we had left the farm.
The farm that you grew up on where once you dreamed of fame – where mine was the only cherry picked – where once you knew my name.
In hindsight getting high was low – and I was as low as I could go. But not you, oh no.
When I finally kicked the habit you had no use for me. Turned out we had nothing in common, except the lunacy.
A million times I’d heard you sing and once I heard you cry. And once, just once, before they laid you to rest I thought I saw you fly.
Once by “Not so Fearless”
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