Webo

Webo, why do you tremble, Webo?

you used to be so weird

but now you shift your gaze down,

a hammered dejection

Webo, why won't you prance no more?

i think i know 

proper people eroded you

i heard her tell you that you were late, Webo

i saw she wasn't satisfied when you replied but that's okay and handed her a daisy, Webo

your lively face

proper, to be sure

now blank space

i see you stopped listening to Webo, Webo

your folio looks spotless as your new shoes

they see mud and want to jump in

but Webo, you don't dare to

so instead you bow, down

your whole body is growing inwards

you're tilting, arching 

Webo, you're grieving