Here we come to the final steps
"Your middle child is crying
In the kitchen, darling."
1 2 3 4
My heart is pounding.
Fear sleeps with me now
Because I'm afraid you never will
And it keeps me up
Softlyquietlywhiswhispering
"She may be gone tomorrow.
She will be gone tomorrow."
Part of me wants to be a badbadgirl
And scream the town awake with
The thought.
But the truth is,
The love of my life could disappear
Tomorrow.
And she would have forgotten
The feel of my head on her shoulder
Or how we looked in that bathroom
Mirror together.
She would forget all the
Badgirldonewrong looks
She would give me when they found
Us out to be what we are.
Just kissinggirlswithhandstooburnt
To stay away from each other's skin.
But she could be gone tomorrow.
And there is nothing
I can do about it
Even if I did learn to stay in step
With the 1 2 3 4
I'd always skip to 14 in the next
Heart beat.
5 6 7 8.
"Your child is weeping in the kitchen,
Darling."
Just throw her dancing shoes
At her head.
She has until tomorrow at 8 pm.
Then I strike.
I don't want my middle child to be
A badbadgirlkissingothergirlswithburnt offhands.