I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
Remembering that fateful day I wish I hadn’t run away I saw the fire in your eyes And it froze me as if a spire I thought I’d have a cooler head
I need to get him out So he feels the treat Of an empty bladder Grass beneath his feet
I wanna kiss your scars I wanna smell your stank I wanna taste your tears I wanna lick your taint I wanna hold you close
Walked a labyrinth And wrote a poem Then suddenly It all exploded
I embrace your wild side And all that it entails Presence, passion, overkill And dirt beneath my nails
There’s one thing You should know about us We’re gonna be Uncomfortably close Here is you
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
My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God
Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi
I’ll make you pucker And turn your stomach So take me with a grain of salt
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
You’ll have to take It slow with me That’s just the way Things have to be I’m sensitive
The world that I was born into Is not the world I want I work to try to get back to A one that values plants
My heart tells me That you’re no good I’m pretty sure That’s why I should I’ve never been