I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu

Relinquish control Let the Universe have space To exceed expectations

You’ll have to take It slow with me That’s just the way Things have to be I’m sensitive

I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit

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

The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.

I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love

Just being yourself Is the absolute best way To show the world love

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

You ever dream That we could have A love so great A smooth so salve It’s in the cards

Hope you are a voyeur Hope you want to see What it truly means Be this human thing Offering my soul

I feel you You feel me Our love happens eventually With an up down Turn us round

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

I embrace your wild side And all that it entails Presence, passion, overkill And dirt beneath my nails