If you could see the soul of me You’d know I am a hate machine A pretty face without obscene But, nonetheless, still dubbed unc…
I’ve always been Out on the run I’ve never felt Like had a home And then one day
Never seen Better scenes Than red lights On green trees
I had to shut everyone out To find my Self So I could let everyone in
You ever dream That we could have A love so great A smooth so salve It’s in the cards
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra
Ain’t no mountain high Ain’t no valley nigh When you’re in my sights
I’m not the one That I should be I’m just the man You came to see Imperfect you
I’ve never wrapped My mind around Making you feel Seen, heard, and found I didn’t know
Agile Mobile Versatile Tactile Virile
I feel like I could be the swan That you have set your sights upon I’ll give my all to reach the Sun And won’t stop ‘til our hearts are…
The only difference Between enlightenment and ignoranc… Is seeing your own magnificence
Never gonna be The cover of Glamour That sure doesn’t mean I’m not still enamored With your energy
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…
