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
Connie L. and Billy Bright Always kept me up at night Had a love that never sleeps Wore their hearts out on their sle… Everything they felt inside
Always lived a life that’s been Filled with devils, marked by sin Never thought my darker side Be the thing that brings you light
What if I watched with no judgement or saw without shame, nurtured your essence behind drawn shades?
Because you exist Is the best reason For you to persist
I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex
Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi
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
I like to walk the razor’s edge I need to tiptoe through minefield… Don’t worry I’m a Libra If I have nothing else
Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus
Darkness envelops Veins of fire rend the abyss God’s awemazing works
We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge, Good and Evil No higher steeple
There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion
It’s really hard to get inside My inner circle, past my spies But if you think it’s worth a try You just might find a paradise
To tell you the truth I relish your cum It’s the best homage To a job well done
