Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

I stood amongst the rain and trees And opened up my heart to thee To breath your essence in my lungs Is hear the chords of love be stru…

I might be self-absorbed But you can’t call me selfish I work upon Myself To help us savor our dish

Sittin’ in a patio chair Breathin’ in the cool night air Listening to the breeze Rustling leaves in trees I’m being the love of life

We set out from our little town Across country, “We’re Phoenix bo… Reality! Rubber met ground At least there was a story found

You’re nineteen You can choose who to be Nineteen Maybe fancy and free Nineteen

The journey is far, you guess And possibly arduous You just couldn’t care less ‘Cause the prize is worth the test

I like your spots I like your dots The things that make you different You’re not like them Pure specimen

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

You say this I say that We are caught in a rat trap Take a breath Step it back

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

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

Part of me Feels lonely Part of us Feels the love Part of you

You don’t know me You don’t own me You don’t show me Paradise Only tease me