Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end
I don’t see into future I don’t remember past I only know this present A gift, that too, shall pass
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise
I am a Libra, can’t you see The meaning of dichotomy The this and that, the you and me The balance and disparity
I only care about you when You exit from my life I only ahh-pper-ec-i-ate When I can’t taste your spice I only know that you are all
Agile Mobile Versatile Tactile Virile
You ever seen A sky so blue Picture heaven In perfect hues Makes you think
Hannah Banana With the flower bandana Look at your garden grow With tender leaves And shoots of peas
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
Would you wanna hang out some time To see if dreams maybe align Feels like our rhythms could be rh… And these voices might harmonize
You hurt me so bad And though I have the right I still care enough To not turn out the lights
Jonathan and Jordan Sitting in a tree M-u-s-s-i-n-g First comes souls Then comes mates
I love the way you say that you Are drawn to my voice I love the tremble in your touch The steady of your choice I love the open hand you give
My soul taught me a thing tonight That you don’t always get your lik… And when things don’t work like th… You will adapt, and be all good