Writing novellas, beloved Swannanoa
Say the words just chose ya
Daughter of a doctor,
But you can't fix this part of
The plot that you gave up
When we were children
Nothing yet determined
We were empty chapters
Maps not filled in
No fears or tethers
A pair of young wayfarers
You made it all seem clearer
You're not a coward, either
Delicate rebel,
Brilliant and feral,
Show me every vowel
Black Mountain basements
Keep you from doorsteps
Address the unrest
When we were children
Nothing yet determined
We were empty chapters
Maps not filled in
No key is a ___ for us aging archivists
I made sense of the madness
With a broken compass
Will another let it bring us light?
Is there only fiction in the fall?
Will another let it bring us light?
Is there only fiction in the fall?
Will another let it bring us light?
Is there only fiction in the fall?
Will another let it bring us light?
Is there only fiction in the fall?
Say the words just chose ya
Daughter of a doctor,
But you can't fix this part of
The plot that you gave up
When we were children
Nothing yet determined
We were empty chapters
Maps not filled in
No fears or tethers
A pair of young wayfarers
You made it all seem clearer
You're not a coward, either
Delicate rebel,
Brilliant and feral,
Show me every vowel
Black Mountain basements
Keep you from doorsteps
Address the unrest
When we were children
Nothing yet determined
We were empty chapters
Maps not filled in
No key is a ___ for us aging archivists
I made sense of the madness
With a broken compass
Will another let it bring us light?
Is there only fiction in the fall?
Will another let it bring us light?
Is there only fiction in the fall?
Will another let it bring us light?
Is there only fiction in the fall?
Will another let it bring us light?
Is there only fiction in the fall?