Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else
Just being yourself Is the absolute best way To show the world love
If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in Is that your cue To start again?
One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.
Sometimes I hit myself Because I have excess And I don’t think it’s fair To force that onto you
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I had to shut everyone out To find my Self So I could let everyone in
I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.
There is a Creator... Us! A reason for this Creation... Us! Alpha and Omega... Us!
There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter
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
Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today
Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight
Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.
I loved someone and they hurt me They hurt me like I designed them… You don’t know hell Until you’ve created your own
