By Emma Wilson
Often when love shines
the clouds cover the sun
and a storm defines
but most of the time I live in the fun
I get in my head
but all the time we love
I’m reminded that we are the bread
sticking together to make sure all is met
when the intrusive brain takes away
I try to breathe away and remember to set
we will be here and sway
I’m grateful for everything don’t get me wrong
my brain just tends to get ahead of the game
but in this game it is long
and I’m to blame