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

I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like

Whether you want To face it or not I’m still your dad Both of our faults I chose the you

Seems like I’ve tried so many tim… To kill myself but just won’t die Chosen the worst paths and the cri… And always out the other side

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

Don’t try to be divine ‘Cause we’ve always been Just try to be yourself My out fits your in

My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God

I pour my heart into these prose Because I feel I need to go Into the darkness that will show What needs to surface from below

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

I cast the blame on you and her That just might be a bit obscured To tell the tale with honest voice I have to acknowledge my choice

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

I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely

Maybe you could teach me how To tighten up my shit And maybe I could show you how To loosen up a bit Maybe we could be the spark

I see a bee pollinate a flower I see a girl dance to her favorite… I see two men swing and dissolve I see a wolf thin a herd I see You, being You, just to be…

Relinquish control Let the Universe have space To exceed expectations