I am a Libra, can’t you see The meaning of dichotomy The this and that, the you and me The balance and disparity

How do you reckon Your yearn for freedom With other’s feelings?

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

I saw you lying in our bed And love, profound, danced through… The beauty of your soul, like brea… Is all I need to feel well fed

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

Don’t give me your heart I can’t bear that pain Being lonely hurts less Than giving you my name

I need to get him out So he feels the treat Of an empty bladder Grass beneath his feet

There’s one thing I’ve never had in my life And I feel I’d regret Not tasting the spice It’s lean, it’s mean

I am a primal beast, at best That needs to smell your sweet ess… It’s not enough when you’re outsid… I need your stank within my life

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

You have physicality And I have my mentality You’ve already lost the fight So give it up and say “Good night…

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

I need to be Out in the bush Not just a mere Craving or crush It’s a huge piece