My Love Why Aren't You Glad
(inspired by Wanda Coleman 'Wanda Why Aren't You Dead')
My love, why are you so sad?
Are those tears in your brown eyes?
Why are you so cold?
I have purpled your world every way I can
Let you nestle in the warmth of my starbeams
Why won't you look at me and say thank you?
Why won't you spread your wings?
It's easier for me to fly a paper crane
Than to release you into the sky
Why do you drench yourself in sorrow?
Why is your heart made of granite?
My love, why aren't you glad?
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