Soap
Put your heart into an envelope
Go send it through the mail
All the words you used
To build your homes and cities out of
Were constructed to fail
Write your name out with a sparkler
Lose your letters in the flame
Know that nothing burns as furious
And blue and hopeless
As a paper airplane
But I'm not lost
You will find
You count the cost
Of all the lights behind you
Waste my time
Hang the heavy things with fishing line
Tie the fragile ones with rope
Wash my hands of you
Until the water runs out frozen
This time I will use soap
Cause I'm not lost
You're not kind
I count the cost
Of all the lights behind me
Left behind
Writer/s: Jenny Stockdale
