It’s quite a process To create a person

I’ve lost my joy Not sure where it went I can’t remember It’s sweet smelling scent It had to do

We were having the time of our liv… Two friends seeking joy We bonded over the basest things Doughnuts, kerosene, and Playboys

I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex

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

When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections

My heart tells me That you’re no good I’m pretty sure That’s why I should I’ve never been

My parents threw me to the pits When I was just a little kid That’s why I only know the cold And loving touch is stranglehold

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

Your face Transcends Garnish

I wanna kiss your scars I wanna smell your stank I wanna taste your tears I wanna lick your taint I wanna hold you close

If I had one wish And a pound weighed a ton I’d hope you’d know my heart And the extent of my love

My brain doesn’t work like it norm… It doesn’t think of the funny rema… Or witty sayings It doesn’t jump from scene to scen… Most of the time it’s too busy

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

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