Ida Shotgun
Like glass shattering in a clean break
this is the art of a mistake
and we were like kids with a shotgun
blowing up words till there were none
and maybe i'm too young
i thought that i could destroy it
aimed shot and fired
missed the target
but you keep coming back
hand me fractured words through the lense of time
and some things cant be burned
even when they yearn to die
