I’m like a pretzel Simple ingredients And a bit twisted
To tell you the truth I relish your cum It’s the best homage To a job well done
You hurt me so bad And though I have the right I still care enough To not turn out the lights
If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in, Is that your cue To start again?
If you’ve ever seen “Natural Born Killers” Then you know a wolf Never changes colors
Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise
I’ve always been Out on the run I’ve never felt Like had a home And then one day
Remembering that fateful day I wish I hadn’t run away I saw the fire in your eyes And it froze me as if a spire I thought I’d have a cooler head
My brain doesn’t work like it norm… It doesn’t think of the funny rema… Or witty sayings It doesn’t jump from scene to scen… Most of the time it’s too busy
Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen
Wish I was a shepherd With a flock of sheep Sitting on a hillside Grass beneath my feet Watching over loved ones
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit
If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths
The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.