If you could read my mind
it would be more difficult for me to escape
I have the craftiest plan
but it will not work if you do read my mind
I am a ghost here, you have taken all of my blood
Bloodless, friendless and alone, I ponder my fate
Do I have enough energy left to make a break for it?
What if you catch me, will I be dead?
If you could read my mind, you would know I am miserable
Something I fear to tell you, for you are a mean pouter
I plot my path, wanting to undertake a new journey
It does not include you, but I wisely keep this hidden
Because I fear your wrath, your temper and your meanness
Because I am terrified of what you might do to me.
Where is my dog? He disappeared a long time ago.
If he is dead, where is his body? I plot my escape.
oh so clever do i sit in this classroom
wondering who all thinks the same
we look at each other with a short glimpse and smirk
this will be interesting.
throw it all away. up into the sky
a sort of smoke grenade to make a break for it.
she smiles. ive known her all her life and shes never done that.
we chase the door into the hall, and we make our break.
i have never loved someone so much.
sh sneaks up from behind and gives me one last surprise
a single long kiss on my lips.
it seems this is what words can do.
when i see him do you know what i will tell martin luther king?
you were a genius.
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