You’ll have to take It slow with me That’s just the way Things have to be I’m sensitive
I like your spots I like your dots The things that make you different You’re not like them Pure specimen
Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen
You create yourself Then see better solutions Cue evolution
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
I love the way you say that you Are drawn to my voice I love the tremble in your touch The steady of your choice I love the open hand you give
Embrace the darkness It’s the only way That your light can shine
People tell me not to think About my own demise But what if that’s the only thing That brightens up my eyes
Told you that we’d last forever Told you that we’d always be Told you we could count on never How could I be so naive Only those that want a tether
The only difference Between enlightenment and ignoranc… Is seeing your own magnificence
I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
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
You hurt me so bad And though I have the right I still care enough To not turn out the lights
Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land