I’ve never wrapped My mind around Making you feel Seen, heard, and found I didn’t know

Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi

I give you an inch You try for a mile I’m glad I spoke up And still made you smile

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

My baby’s got Curly red hair Shimmering eyes Freckles to spare Likes to play games

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

Wish I was a shepherd With a flock of sheep Sitting on a hillside Grass beneath my feet Watching over loved ones

Jonathan and Jordan Sitting in a tree M-u-s-s-i-n-g First comes souls Then comes mates

Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen

You have an ideal That I will never fulfill So I have to peel

Relinquish control Let the Universe have space To exceed expectations

I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair

I missed out on Our baby’s clues I didn’t feel Her in your womb But now she’s here

I pour my heart into these prose Because I feel I need to go Into the darkness that will show What needs to surface from below