Too Much

My lipstick can never be too bold nor my skirt too shortMy walk can never be too slutty nor my smiles too flirtyThe hour can never be too late nor my signals too forward Your eyes can always be too prying and your hands too closeYour thoughts can always be too dirty and your actions…

Cart Me Away

Dead of the night, a loud cry awoke himThere I was, born, pink like a roseWith his name towed to mineI was carted away to a cozy home I grew up, friendly with dolls and gunsBut protected in his warm embraceToo fragile to start college on my ownI was carted away with my big bro…