You have an ideal That I will never fulfill So I have to peel

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

Working towards Common goals

I’ve lost my joy Not sure where it went I can’t remember It’s sweet smelling scent It had to do

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

I’ve always been Out on the run I’ve never felt Like had a home And then one day

She is the thing I call my life And nothing like Her sweet and spice So if you want

I’ve never really cared about me I know I’ll be fine I’m the benchmark of resiliency You’re who’s on my mind

We’ve reached the acme of intimacy When I taste like you And you taste like me

My baby’s got Curly red hair Shimmering eyes Freckles to spare Likes to play games

Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools

Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else

I hope you have her desire for ord… With a bit of mine to vex And my penchant to look ever inwar… Tempered with hers to project I hope you have my cool demeanor

I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze

Now you know The depths of depravity A man will go For love of his progeny