you’re light pouring through stained glass
I’m waiting to see a shadow, but
all there is
is dozens of refracted, coloured light
showing me all the ways I’m different
and that there’s nothing wrong with me
even when I’m looking for it
you’re light pouring through stained glass
I’m waiting to see a shadow, but
all there is
is dozens of refracted, coloured light
showing me all the ways I’m different
and that there’s nothing wrong with me
even when I’m looking for it