Catching Me

Take your time making me stick
like Martin to Pam,
Placing me to your memory where
them there senses of yours own nothing.

Make me like glue ,so that i don't care
what people say,
make me but don't break me,
because my arched hand is still blocking
them there ray's tryna keep you far to themselves,
where they know my squinted eyes dare not look
in fear of never letting my pupils live in color.

Ahhh sharp pinches so penetrating i forget sex,
more like your gazes when i keep you from it.
Eye's like the color purple, upset when u don't
look at them ,
driver please seach for them
because the light and me are turning green.