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

I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee

I saw you standing there so fine In dress real nice with man that’s… I wish I could just say to you I’d love you more than he could do

Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.

Open your heart to love So you might be able To love your open heart

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

I’ve never known The salve of rest I’ve only felt Drums in my chest And when I think

Relinquish control Let the Universe have space To exceed expectations

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

Ain’t no mountain high Ain’t no valley nigh When you’re in my sights

I’d like to find someone That celebrates my self Except this life’s taught me You can’t trust no one else They see your loving charms

Always classy Never trashy Kinda sassy Sweet thing Ashley

Don’t take the past away from me It made me who I am I like the one I’ve come to be A truthful, loving man

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

We gave our world to Father Time To fill our pockets up with dimes While Mother Nature sits and crie… And waits for us to open eyes