I don't know what time it is
it doesn't matter...

They say
such a beautiful woman...

No matter how much you despise school
classroom instruction...

She walks into a cave
with shaven locks and a busted lip...

Breaking in
to my thoughts...

Aha.
grammar, she writes...

Dear Venezuela,
All i wanted was to...

I try to sleep tonight
but i want you to know...

I swore it wouldn't matter what
you looked like...

It's that awkward way about you
your cool style, random outbursts...

In that silent way about you
we sit and though it feels...

Steering me off course
away from my desired path...