Your face Transcends Garnish
I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less
Seems like I’ve tried so many tim… To kill myself but just won’t die Chosen the worst paths and the cri… And always out the other side
I might be self-absorbed But I’m not selfish I work on Myself Because that’s the best way For Me to help Us
I’m in the darkness You can’t intervene It’s just what I need For light to shine clean
My soul knew that I can’t accept A fucked up view or perspective So threw me to the darkest pit To let my love be beacon lit
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
Martins are a special breed Set apart from rest, indeed Took me in when was in need Of a home and love extreme
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like
There’s one thing I’ve never had in my life And I feel I’d regret Not tasting the spice It’s lean, it’s mean
It’s quite a process To create a person
I’m like a pretzel Simple ingredients And a bit twisted
Not growing, dying That’s just simple facts Take a look at plants Nature’s info packs
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