I am a primal beast, at best That needs to smell your sweet ess… It’s not enough when you’re outsid… I need your stank within my life
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.
I’ve lost my joy Not sure where it went I can’t remember It’s sweet smelling scent It had to do
You’ll have to take It slow with me That’s just the way Things have to be I’m sensitive
There’s a certain point Where I put down my joint And fucking end you
The world that I was born into Is not the world I want I work to try to get back to A one that values plants
Working towards Common goals
You create yourself Then see better solutions Cue evolution
If they push you Push back And go for the throat
To see the best of me Play a symphony That moves my feet
My baby’s got Curly red hair Shimmering eyes Freckles to spare Likes to play games
I knew I loved you When I looked in your eyes Recollection of places Not seen in a while Bright, sunny, and free
You have an ideal That I will never fulfill So I have to peel
Remembering that fateful day I wish I hadn’t run away I saw the fire in your eyes And it froze me as if a spire I thought I’d have a cooler head
