I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
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…
Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra
We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge, Good and Evil No higher steeple
Let me make Home for you That rivals Kathmandu Hugs, kisses
Open your heart to love So you might be able To love your open heart
I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely
When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections
I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love
The journey is far, you guess And possibly arduous You just couldn’t care less ‘Cause the prize is worth the test
Sittin’ in a patio chair Breathin’ in the cool night air Listening to the breeze Rustling leaves in trees I’m being the love of life
I think I’ve found the reason why I threw my gut instincts aside You had a crazy, fucked up song You made me sing I knew was wrong But now, thank God, I’ve seen the…
I’m not the one That I should be I’m just the man You came to see Imperfect you
I would be the worst Dom Ever. If a Sub said “Here is my being, Do as you like.” Only her pleasure and joy
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