You can run
And you can hide
But even that won't save your hide
You can act
Say you forget
But babe,
We both know
I'm not done with you yet
So much to do
And so little time
I can't wait until you're mine
YOU ARE READING
The Drabbles of a Young Mind
PoetryPoems made during fits of passion, or you know, whenever it is that inspiration decides to hit.