Sometimes I hit myself Because I have excess And I don’t think it’s fair To force that onto you
My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God
All of Us As Us For Us
Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings
Agile Mobile Versatile Tactile Virile
snow rains and flushes mental cocaines
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
Just being yourself Is the absolute best way To show the world love
I had to shut everyone out To find my Self So I could let everyone in
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
My brain doesn’t work like it norm… It doesn’t think of the funny rema… Or witty sayings It doesn’t jump from scene to scen… Most of the time it’s too busy
There is a Creator... Us! A reason for this Creation... Us! Alpha and Omega... Us!
Gonna double back And double down
I stretch your being You respond with shocked intrigue Sparks dance in-between
It won’t be pretty the tears the snot the mess Lifetimes
