Oliver - Gemma Hayes

Oliver

You kicked a hole through my heart

And left me with the whistling sound

As the wind blows through

With duck tape

And an old bin bag I covered it up

And put back on my sweater

So I look the same

But I’m a little different now

I might look the same

I might look the same

But I’m a little different now

Oliver

You ripped the smile off my face

And fed it to the Winter birds

What a wicked boy

Oliver

You are my blackness

Oliver

You are my lightness

My devastator

I might look the same

I might look the same

But I’m a little different now

I might look the same

I might look the same

But I’m a little different now

I’m a little different now