Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today

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 feel it is my heritage To see your essence, know your bed To think the truth inside your hea… Because that’s what your actions s…

The only things I’ve ever felt Were lashing tongues and leather b… I guess that’s why it’s hard to te… How I could make you feel so swel…

I lived today. I breathed. I moved. I was. I hope I helped.

I embrace your wild side And all that it entails Presence, passion, overkill And dirt beneath my nails

Always lived a life that’s been Filled with devils, marked by sin Never thought my darker side Be the thing that brings you light

You’re the bestest bud Anyone could love And your soul shines through All the doom and gloom Fortunate to have

When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections

I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair

To see the best of me Play a symphony That moves my feet

You hurt me so bad And though I have the right I still care enough To not turn out the lights

If you could see the soul of me You’d know I am a hate machine A pretty face without obscene But, nonetheless, still dubbed unc…

Don’t try to be divine ‘Cause we’ve always been Just try to be yourself My out fits your in

Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else