It’s quite a process To create a person
When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections
Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
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
My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God
I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love
I knew I loved you When I looked in your eyes Recollection of places Not seen in a while Bright, sunny, and free
Little chipper 'munk Primal, honest, cheeky, sweet Sugar in my ’shine
I’m just looking for An open invitation To bathe you in love
Embrace the darkness It’s the only way That your light can shine
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
Working towards Common goals
I’m a take no prisoners kind of ma… A knockdown, drag out, hang if you… Calculating, ruthless, no fear Nothing to lose, nothing held dear Use you up, throw you to the curb
Just being yourself Is the absolute best way To show the world love