The thief inside of me has fallen for the undercover cop.
Each time I reach for the ledge I feel my stomach drop.
Now I question your intentions, were they withered all along?
If I only knew earlier – too many rights make a wrong.
It seems like you’ve thrown out my voice for the people to rip apart.
The brown eyes to kill for have turned my story foggy
And taken a butcher knife to the heart.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 