Boo!
About to wake the daylights up in you,
With some truths,
Wild like my sabers tooth,
I wish I could say you move me,
With equal capacity to soothe me.
Maybe I'm asking too much.
Maybe I was built to have it rough,
My stories could help you have it a whole lot better.
Damsel in distress knows more than all your heads put together.
Ask me sometime,
You'll see I'm not lying,
I'm not all love and light.
Sometimes,
I really be out here dying.
Anyway,
It doesn't matter anyway.
Still take the unknown over the beaten path any day.



© Leila Rose