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

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

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

We might be just a bit fucked up And, God, I hope that’s true ‘Cause that means life is nothing… The deepest passion’s hue

Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today

Had a day that felt like two Glad to be at home with you Sight for sore eyes, love exude Now at peace since I smelled Moo

I don’t know what, quite, will unf… I only see silver and gold That’s all I need to tightly hold Onto this dream of getting old

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

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

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

My soul taught me a thing tonight That you don’t always get your lik… And when things don’t work like th… You will adapt, and be all good

My soul knew that I can’t accept A fucked up view or perspective So threw me to the darkest pit To let my love be beacon lit

I really love how the moonlight Reveals the sparkle in your eyes And how the cold accentuates The feelings shown across your fac… How every time you take a breath

You’re the bestest bud Anyone could love And your soul shines through All the doom and gloom Fortunate to have

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