She gets it from her mother
The way she holds her eyes
Like everything's gone quiet
Like everybody lies
And you'd be lying too
If you could lie down beside her
You'd be quiet too
If you knew she'd speak up louder
But her disinterest grows
Like the lines of your prose
All wild and unwieldy
And cold
She gets it from her brother
That sadness in her eyes
Formed out of some deep ocean
Where waters always rise
And you'd be drowning too
If you knew she'd throw a lifeline
You'd be crying too
If you knew she'd wipe your tears dry
But her disinterest grows
Like your litany of woes
All tired and weary
And cold
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