Dream-like potry

This morning in mall I saw woman 

i am wrote this when I was trying escape

 

 

No sooner had I run to a woman and kissed her

Than twenty thundering thumps reshaped my face

My instinct told me that I had to flee the danger

But my flight led cops and German Shepherds on chase

Am I to blame, am I to blame?

She and my sweetie walked the same and look the same