the lakes
winnie willows and ellie maxwell
{ELLIE}
is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?
{WINNIE}
I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones
these hunters with cell phones
{ELLIE}
take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die
{BOTH}
I don't belong
and my beloved, neither do you
{WINNIE}
those Windermere peaks look like the perfect place to cry
{BOTH}
I'm setting off but not without my muse
{WINNIE}
what should be over burrowed under my skin
in heart stopping waves of hurt
{ELLIE}
I've come too far to watch some name dropping sleaze
tell me what are my words worth
{WINNIE}
take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die
{BOTH}
I don't belong
and my beloved, neither do you
{ELLIE}
those Windermere peaks look like the perfect place to cry
{BOTH}
I'm setting off but not without my muse
{WINNIE}
I want auroras and sad prose
I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet
{ELLIE}
cause I haven't moved in years
and I want you right here
{WINNIE}
a red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
with no one around to tweet it
{ELLIE}
while I bathe in cliffside pools
with my calamitous love and insurmountable grief
{WINNIE}
take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die
{BOTH}
I don't belong
and my beloved, neither do you
{ELLIE}
those Windermere peaks look like the perfect place to cry
{BOTH}
I'm setting off but not without my muse
no, not without you
