I walk out the door
and down some green stairs...

What do you say to
screaming voices...

And she'd do anything to be beautiful
to be perfect...

Lost in the sky
waiting for words to come to me...

Nothing to say
but I'm sorry...

Any other time
and it would have been...

So it may start
with a slight shake of the leg...

This poem is about my poem, sorry the beginning is...
now that it's over...

Yup,
Thats right, he kissed me...