I keep a smile and and lower my voice to a whisper as well, "Playing with me, teasing me... Though I'm beginning to think pissing me off is one of your favorites too."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I shake my head, keeping my face in her neck, "Brady's not here. Marco wouldn't dare come in my room again. Don't have neighbors. Bought out all the surrounding buildings. The police... wouldn't make it through the door."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
The idea that a poem was a made thing stayed with me, and I decided then that I wanted to be an artist, not just a diarist. So I put myself through a kind of apprenticeship in writing poetry, and I understood even then that my practice as a poet was deeply related to my reading. — Edward Hirsch
