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…
There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
Blue used to be my favorite color. Now I prefer (purple). (purple) is like blue, but more in… You’re my (more interesting, favor…
I’m not sure how this all goes dow… I’m not sure how it works The only thing I know for sure We love each other’s quirks The things we thought would drive…
Had a day that felt like two Glad to be at home with you Sight for sore eyes, love exude Now at peace since I smelled Moo
I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu
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
Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type
I crave the things I like And not the ones I don’t If that makes me an addict, then Apologize I won’t
Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I’m just looking for An open invitation To bathe you in love
How do you reckon Your yearn for freedom With other’s feelings?
Ain’t no mountain high Ain’t no valley nigh When you’re in my sights