Do you talk in your sleep?, I said.
Oh, who's unstable now?
Baby cries in her cradle and she blames it on the milk.
She says things in spite; always needs emotion.
She'll turn your hate into lust-
Oh, who's unstable now?
If you're going to hurt her in a dark alley,
she'll like it more than you know.
Plus all the negatives add up to toy guns and rooftops,
grinding to please the insecurity.
There's nothing behind her eyes,
empty glasses and souls don't fare well.
Padding across pavements,
enticing the night's people;
romance under streetlight.
The black cat, little kitty cat,
claws at the world.
Kitty cat, little kitty cat,
falls on all fours.
Kitty cat, careful kitty cat,
you've only nine more.
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Option 3 - Prompts
Streetlight.
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Wow. Nice, very nice! Very well written, I love your style; the first stanza was thought provoking, the repetition was superb, and just everything - vocabulary, ideas... great job! Thanks for entering.
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