Make wishes on airplanes
Little ghost
had to learn so much all on her own
Told you were for radio,

Sweet winter fruit
You have been forgiving for so long,
we know you’re tired.

I’m gonna crush everything into lavender dust
Because how many last chances are we allowed
You’re a distracted bird         that I can’t hear         that doesn’t call          unsure of your rules             and where you fly
My eyes are gonna make it beautiful though,
I’ll see a blue sky in a mess
Even when death arrives hiding in trees, dressed in bright colors like a disappointing peach
No bother, I’ll slip inside a rainbow and stay as long as I like
Probably just as long as I like