I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I’ve driven self along my quest I think it might be time for rest To take steps back and then assess What it might mean to be my best
Really want to ask you out ‘Cause I feel a special bout Of the things we dream about Discipline and love devout
The worst thing we could think abo… Is that our tooth and nail don’t c… That we could bite and scratch and… And not make difference at all I hate to say, that will happen
I really love how the moonlight Reveals the sparkle in your eyes And how the cold accentuates The feelings shown across your fac… How every time you take a breath
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
Blue used to be my favorite color. Now I prefer (purple). (purple) is like blue, but more in… You’re my (more interesting, favor…
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
I embrace your wild side And all that it entails Presence, passion, overkill And dirt beneath my nails
I don’t know what it means to have A lover in my life I don’t know what it’s like to tas… Their sugar and their spice I don’t know how to give and take
Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise
I know we have a special bond Because we can’t help get along Find pleasure in the naughty songs And all the rights within our wron…
You ever seen A sky so blue Picture heaven In perfect hues Makes you think
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
Darkness envelops Veins of fire rend the abyss God’s awemazing works