I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely

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

Sittin’ in a patio chair Breathin’ in the cool night air Listening to the breeze Rustling leaves in trees I’m being the love of life

Had a day that felt like two Glad to be at home with you Sight for sore eyes, love exude Now at peace since I smelled Moo

You ever seen A sky so blue Picture heaven In perfect hues Makes you think

I might be self-absorbed But you can’t call me selfish I work upon Myself To help us savor our dish

I crave the things I like And not the ones I don’t If that makes me an addict, then Apologize I won’t

Open your heart to love So you might be able To love your open heart

When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections

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

My heart tells me That you’re no good I’m pretty sure That’s why I should I’ve never been

I cast the blame on you and her That just might be a bit obscured To tell the tale with honest voice I have to acknowledge my choice

To tell you the truth I relish your cum It’s the best homage To a job well done