My Words See Me

My words see me now and again. 

I could be lying down to sleep, 

And a phrase will tip toe

On to my tounge. It 

Will stay there, 

And ask me to immortalize it, 

But it is risky:

I might get caught. 

If possible, I lay it down, 

But if not, 

It leaves through the sliding door at 

The back of my skull. 

I feel responsible. 

i must let the words in. 

If I wake up my parents, 

Something then insdie me weeps

Over night coffee and ink. 

Something insdie watches the stars, 

And waits for the next visitor.