When I let you into my closet. Right behind the leopard skin coat. Will you still revere and adore me?. Will you just become more remote?. . Will you see the actual me.
She's too old for the playground. She's too young for the graveyard. She's too wise for me to tell her I've got plans. She loves my CD collection. She's always on to the next one.
You came by in the hat your mother knit you. In clothes that do not fit you anymore. You sat down in the corner of my bedroom. I hung the, 'Closed for Good' sign on my door.