I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze

Always classy Never trashy Kinda sassy Sweet thing Ashley

Never gonna be The cover of Glamour That sure doesn’t mean I’m not still enamored With your energy

My soul tells me that you will run I think that sounds like lots of f… I’ll chase you deep into the sun Where lovers meet and melt as one

I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair

When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections

Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra

You don’t know me You don’t own me You don’t show me Paradise Only tease me

I passed through little Whitley t… And stopped where locals could be… When I pulled up, I heard a sound Angel’s voice in Dolby surround It was a sweet, but tearful song

You’re nineteen You can choose who to be Nineteen Maybe fancy and free Nineteen

How do you reckon Your yearn for freedom With other’s feelings?

Wish I was a shepherd With a flock of sheep Sitting on a hillside Grass beneath my feet Watching over loved ones

If you could see the soul of me You’d know I am a hate machine A pretty face without obscene But, nonetheless, still dubbed unc…

Ain’t no mountain high Ain’t no valley nigh When you’re in my sights