I caught myself writing a poem today
time does not stop.
And sometimes it rains.
I burn my fingers when I cook.
My yellow rice comes out orange and I put ketchup on everything.
Sometimes I pay my bills late.
I cry when I read sad stories
Sometimes I foget myself and talk too much about sex.
But once in a while I get it right.
Think of me as you wake
When I was young, I had one key.
So if my mom wasn’t home I could always get in.
In high school I had two keys,
one for home and one for my diary.
For a while I had a handcuff key.
Just for laughs, nothing here to see.
When I fell in love I had no keys
because there was only one shared between him and me.
And now I have eight keys
and twice as much responsibility.
Let’s dance in the rain, baby
And I promise not to laugh,
Or giggle, or point my finger,
At the funny way you dance.
Let’s dance in the rain, baby,
It’ll be just you and me.
Show me how much you love me,
Come on, baby, dance with me.