Intuition

Thank god I don't get sick of my intuition

I feel safe in knowing I've got my own back

I turn my back to the mirror and imagine how porcelain it looks

The touch of my hands don't do it justice

If only it could always be this way

I know age will make it wither like fruit

But, now matter how wrinkly the skin might get

Sweetness can be found inside of it

All I hope is that I continue trusting my intuition

And my back hears from the daggers of my enemies

The skin will get withered over time

But sweetness will always be found inside of it