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

Always classy Never trashy Kinda sassy Sweet thing Ashley

We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge of Good and Evil No higher steeple

Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Please hear your partner In all his earnest If you are willing

Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end

I’m not sure how I’ve come this f… From sinking pit to shooting star. Could it be when I loved my scars… Or when I chose to be this bard? Maybe, it happened, as a lark.

Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type

There’s one thing I’ve never had in my life And I feel I’d regret Not tasting the spice It’s lean, it’s mean

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

When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…

My love is like a laser beam To melt you down and make you crea… It comes and goes just like a drea… Because the bright is touch obscen…

I hope you have her desire for ord… With a bit of mine to vex And my penchant to look ever inwar… Tempered with hers to project I hope you have my cool demeanor

To see the best of me Play a symphony That moves my feet

I’m like a pretzel Simple ingredients And a bit twisted

If you’ve ever seen “Natural Born Killers” Then you know a wolf Never changes colors