Please don’t, I’ve been out too late.
You’re wrong, I can and will eat that cake.
You said you were sorry, and wouldn’t do it again.
You lied to me, lied to her, we both lied right then.
What do we do, they’re stuck in pretty tight.
I know, I know, I won’t, yes cross my heart.
It’s not my fault I stayed out all night.
Maybe when she kicks the bucket she’ll find out about . . . Everything.
But for now, don’t tell mom.
The Ink Owl 