I like to walk the razor’s edge I need to tiptoe through minefield… Don’t worry I’m a Libra If I have nothing else
You read books and take advice On what you should do in life Only thing you need to know Is what makes your passions grow
People tell me not to think About my own demise But what if that’s the only thing That brightens up my eyes
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
Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings
Always lived a life that’s been Filled with devils, marked by sin Never thought my darker side Be the thing that brings you light
I have a grip that’s never loose That’s why I always get my goose I dig my claws into your soul Until I’m your silver and gold
I’ll make you pucker And turn your stomach So take me with a grain of salt
Open your heart to love So you might be able To love your open heart
There’s one thing I’ve never had in my life And I feel I’d regret Not tasting the spice It’s lean, it’s mean
The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.
My baby’s got Curly red hair Shimmering eyes Freckles to spare Likes to play games
I like your spots I like your dots The things that make you different You’re not like them Pure specimen
Don’t try to be divine ‘Cause we’ve always been Just try to be yourself My out fits your in
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry