Jemimah Belle

Fire kept you live, and kept your faith to be an honest one
You were kept inside a bourbon cage
Do what your mother should say
Crooked dandelion, a grayish paint, to be an artist someday
It’s in your blood, it’s in your mouth
But honey nothing’s the same
Fifteen meters out, could feel the swells, as they swept you
Underneath the clouds, a sudden plunge
But this is all we should take
I felt it too
Felt, Felt
Hold, A steepened blue
Swallow
It all fell through