FREED VERSE

i shouldn't be thinking this
i shouldn't be saying this 
i shouldn't put these words on the page. 

but i'm sobbing by the crystal case,
a little blondie asking "excuse me, are you okay?"
i stroke her head, 
wipe my cheeks, 
call mom to say i'll see another day.
then i go home, cry into his shoulder. (ironic, ay?)

and i shouldn't be thinking it!
i shouldn't even say.
but sista sista?
you won't be shaked.