I like to walk the razor’s edge I need to tiptoe through minefield… Don’t worry I’m a Libra If I have nothing else
You say you’re broken I see pieces made to fit You say you don’t know I see the truth hidden in it Hidden in You
Ever seen Fawn on teet Wagging tail like dog? If you can’t Then I shant
We were having the time of our liv… Two friends seeking joy We bonded over the basest things Doughnuts, kerosene, and Playboys
I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less
We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge of Good and Evil No higher steeple
I need to be Out in the bush Not just a mere Craving or crush It’s a huge piece
Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.
What if we stopped fearing and started loving? Loving the unique. Loving the different. Loving them.
I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair
I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex
If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in, Is that your cue To start again?
I’ve lived my life And seen some things Heard bitchin’ tunes Tasted my dreams But if you want
You hurt me so bad And though I have the right I still care enough To not turn out the lights
I might be self-absorbed But I’m not selfish I work on Myself Because that’s the best way For Me to help Us