You don’t know me You don’t own me You don’t show me Paradise Only tease me
You say this I say that We are caught in a rat trap Take a breath Step it back
Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra
My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God
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
Always classy Never trashy Kinda sassy Sweet thing Ashley
I stretch your being You respond with shocked intrigue Sparks dance in-between
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
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
If this world’s taught me nothing… It’s that you have to fend for sel… From gnashing teeth and twisted mo… Or sneaky fox in the hen house
It feels like I’ve created a life Centered around mostly sacrifice And I don’t want to be your Jesus… So I’ll be the Devil Bass line to your treble
I live a beautiful fantasy Standing before surging human seas Caught up in their own revelry Of my soul laid bare for all to se…
Don’t try to be divine ‘Cause we’ve always been Just try to be yourself My out fits your in
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
Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus
