I don’t see into future I don’t remember past I only know this present A gift, that too, shall pass

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

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

You’re nineteen You can choose who to be Nineteen Maybe fancy and free Nineteen

You ever dream That we could have A love so great A smooth so salve It’s in the cards

I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit

I see a bee pollinate a flower I see a girl dance to her favorite… I see two men swing and dissolve I see a wolf thin a herd I see You, being You, just to be…

Never gonna be The cover of Glamour That sure doesn’t mean I’m not still enamored With your energy

Hope you are a voyeur Hope you want to see What it truly means Be this human thing Offering my soul

I’m not sure how this all goes dow… I’m not sure how it works The only thing I know for sure We love each other’s quirks The things we thought would drive…

Because you exist Is the best reason For you to persist

I have an idea Of who I’m s’posed to be And that’s the whole reason I’ve never been happy

If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths