Lewis Marrow

China White

So lost in the sound of her voice I don’t hear the words

she scatters black and white on the table in picture and verse

She was clawing at my buttons and zips to get to my heart

And I press a closing eye to her lips as the powder restarts


And I ask her just to lift my curse

she’s just saying random words


try to save yourself from the pain, don’t run in the light

The purer girl I bought from the edge, shes my china white

The poem that she threw in the fire or lost in the Snow

had told my that true beauty is clean and ...