there is a wanting so dreadful within me. 

and god put it there he sent me here to be hungry and alone,

with blood dripping from my mouth the mouth of babes. 

if i meet him and he smiles i swear i'll make him cry the way i do.  

i have love. I HAVE LOVE.

i have it to give, in buckets, in pails,

theyre so full of love i could hardly fill them with sand.

but where do i put them down. 

im a drowning girl and im a terrible swimmer and 

and theres no one to want. 

so i just want. 

the wanting the yearning has no place and yet it happens and its hollow.

its a hungry sort of need.

i cant just be the seer.

i never had it. 

ive never had it