I’ve never wrapped My mind around Making you feel Seen, heard, and found I didn’t know
Working towards Common goals
I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.
If you’ve ever seen “Natural Born Killers” Then you know a wolf Never changes colors
Always classy Never trashy Kinda sassy Sweet thing Ashley
I appreciate you Facilitating breakthroughs With love I didn’t know due This wretch without a clue
My baby’s got Curly red hair Shimmering eyes Freckles to spare Likes to play games
Now you know The depths of depravity A man will go For love of his progeny
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 thought that she Could be the one I thought that we Were having fun And then I spoke
Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise
Not growing, dying That’s just simple facts Take a look at plants Nature’s info packs
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
I’ll make you pucker And turn your stomach So take me with a grain of salt
I embrace your wild side And all that it entails Presence, passion, overkill And dirt beneath my nails