periods in so many ways can't stop me
oh because baby it's your saditude that screams soft sex-
way louder than any cats, alley cats, black cats,
and any cats for that matter crossing the border's forest fires,
So far, poems that aren't written to me suck, but they could be and i'd love them, it's because i don't know if i should apologize or just tell you how i feel, or if that's the same thing,
but escaping doesn't have to mean leaving in a hurry, i'd like to think at least, that i can escape words, at first, that tell me what to do, no matter whose mouth they fall from or zoom from, or which ever red or yellow signs keep me away,
and i'm sure the four way stop is like being kicked by the person who told you santa clause does not exist
way louder than any cats, alley cats, black cats,
and any cats for that matter crossing the border's forest fires,
So far, poems that aren't written to me suck, but they could be and i'd love them, it's because i don't know if i should apologize or just tell you how i feel, or if that's the same thing,
but escaping doesn't have to mean leaving in a hurry, i'd like to think at least, that i can escape words, at first, that tell me what to do, no matter whose mouth they fall from or zoom from, or which ever red or yellow signs keep me away,
and i'm sure the four way stop is like being kicked by the person who told you santa clause does not exist