Plum

Feel the bruising through the skin It won’t go back to being green again Try to hold on to the sweet, Where the softness used to be I feel nothing, I feel dumb You’re a peach and I’m a plum Feeling less then revealing more The stone that’s buried: what the fruit is for You were in bloom in your own time I was there, but wasn’t mine I feel nothing, I feel dumb You’re a peach and I’m a plum No one is old, and nothing is young You’re a peach and I’m a plum No one is old, and nothing is young You’re a peach and I’m a plum