They ask me ,"Where did you learn to write like that?"
I laugh as if they aren't stripping my skin off.
Then I say I don't know.
Somewhere between ,
"She cant sit with us" and "Shes such a nerd."
Or was it  at stolen stares,secret smiles  but,"I'm too cool to be seen with you"?
Maybe it was at ten minutes to,"Why do you always have an opinion,are you THE man?"
It must have been under the blue skies ,I say...
Under the blue skies praying for a path
after loving a man who was trying to glue his broken on my waist