Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools
She is the thing I call my life And nothing like Her sweet and spice So if you want
Jonathan and Jordan Sitting in a tree M-u-s-s-i-n-g First comes souls Then comes mates
Embrace the darkness It’s the only way That your light can shine
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
I missed out on Our baby’s clues I didn’t feel Her in your womb But now she’s here
Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings
I loved someone and they hurt me They hurt me like I designed them… You don’t know hell Until you’ve created your own
You’re the bestest bud Anyone could love And your soul shines through All the doom and gloom Fortunate to have
Hope you are a voyeur Hope you want to see What it truly means Be this human thing Offering my soul
When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections
I appreciate you Facilitating breakthroughs With love I didn’t know due This wretch without a clue
I need to get him out So he feels the treat Of an empty bladder Grass beneath his feet
Caught a glance Just by chance And it somehow moved me Head snapped Thunder clapped
When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…