She is the one I call my life And nothing like Her sweet and spice So if you want

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…

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

Your face Transcends Garnish

It’s quite a process To create a person

I’ve lived my life And seen some things Heard bitchin’ tunes Tasted my dreams But if you want

Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen

I crave the things I like And not the ones I don’t If that makes me an addict, then Apologize I won’t

You say that you enjoy people I don’t think that is true You want to be a pure steeple And lord it over fools

I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love

I have an idea Of who I’m s’posed to be And that’s the whole reason I’ve never been happy

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

I’ve lost my joy Not sure where it went I can’t remember It’s sweet smelling scent It had to do

I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.

Blue used to be my favorite color. Now I prefer (purple). (purple) is like blue, but more in… You’re my (more interesting, favor…