Her I’ve been meaning to give
For a long time. I’ve tried to be
The one serving an olive branch on a tray
With trembling arms afraid to get bit
Sometimes even wanting to be her.
The game was on
For years both of us in the eagle’s nest
So dedicated to the lookout we couldn’t be
Ourselves, didn’t see a way to leave
The nest. There’s a mistrust in relation
To our perception on this ship.
We’ve been riding in
A loss of security
Drowned, sent over-
Board those sensitive
Planks, blindfolded to the friend
We both had on the ship.
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