a girl with 
            a
dried 
   f l o w e r 
kind of 
         heart

 

place on

a

   dinner plate

these fingers

which write poems

     because

i have no time

      to find words

for my home was

                             set

    ablaze and

s w a l l o w e d

         my

               brain

WHOLE  

Norah Jones: Tiny Desk (Home) Concert

 

 

 

If I had a place to lay my head

I wouldn’t worry so much of the

Weather. If my mind would stop

Racing, I wouldn’t worry in the rain.

If I had a star to grasp

    Amongst the cruel world

I wouldn’t cry into the river.