Give this thing a name
A name so we can blame
All our misfortunes
And "I hate you"s
On this thing without a name.
Give this thing a name
A name so it can fill you with shame
Shame from the things we've done
And the things we've left unsung
Oh this thing without a name
Give this thing a name
But no matter what we say
We cannot blame it
Only feel shame from it
Oh this thing without a name
YOU ARE READING
To: You
PoetryPoems addressed to you. You who is my friend. You who is my family. You ... who has yet to become anything and everything.
