She Is a Fish

She is always going away
Sliding through my skin
Dripping through my hands
Like water

She is the rain, she is the rain, she is the rain
She is always going away
She likes to have her hair wet in the rain
She rages inside the truck of ice cream

She said i love your hair, she melts, congeals
She wants, she doesn’t want she wants, she doesn’t want
She doesn’t want she doesn’t want

She wants to change the color of her hair
She cuts her long hair, she has gay friends
She hates her older brother
She works lot like new yorkers
She roller-blades on the side of the sidewalks

She asks her friends to show their penis
She wants to see which one is the biggest
She over flows in the wish’s tempest

She prefers to live in her her aquarium
She likes sweet drinks she speaks whispering
She is afraid of her own look

Her eyes are pure desire
She wants, she doesn’t want she wants, she doesn’t want
To drown herself in her own sea
She is a fish