By: Tara
As I stare into the fish tank upon your dresser,
I think about life from an aquatic P.O.V,
How would I pee,
How would I shit,
What about babies,
As a mermaid would I always have red hair,
Or would I have to dye it,
Now you think I'm strange,
For I have been voicing my questions,
Closing your door and coming closer,
You whisper in my ear,
Will you have my babies,
I find it strange,
But who am I to say no.
