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
What if we stopped fearing and started loving? Loving the unique. Loving the different. Loving them.
I pour my heart into these prose Because I feel I need to go Into the darkness that will show What needs to surface from below
I’ve driven self along my quest I think it might be time for rest To take steps back and then assess What it might mean to be my best
You say that you enjoy people I don’t think that is true You want to be a pure steeple And lord it over fools
I know we have a special bond Because we can’t help get along Find pleasure in the naughty songs And all the rights within our wron…
I had to shut everyone out To find my Self So I could let everyone in
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.
Two is one One is none That’s the world we live in Relative Perspective
When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…
I’ll tear myself from limb to limb For you to suture up again It feels like the perfect win/win To play our roles, morals and sin
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
My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God
Because you exist Is the best reason For you to persist
