I don’t try too hard
They can’t help
Enough but loosen
Their shacks and
Jump down from their

For you to be reading this
At this exact time
Is not an honor
It was meant to be.

I love you more than the sky would
I love you more than the star woul
I love you oddly more than the win
I love you merrily more than the f
I love you weirdly more than plant

today make a trail for us
to follow, eat like a poet so
you would digest words
think like a poet and never
believe to be wrong, dress like a

There are many
Means of writing
Mostly
In caves.

I have spread the sheet to my bed
Now that there is no more experien
Now there is no more poetry, and n
There is nothing new to write abou
Under the sun or far away from bey

Today is never as lifeless like da
Was meant to be; the woods are idl
And birds pestering a harmless tre
And the squirrels knitting fiercel
And different people walking throu

Culprit are tend to be
Visible when a craft
Is alarmed.
A trigger can become
Hostile while depending

As may that it is, even though you
Philanderer,
Or a disheveled, ruffian, but I c
With the hoard
Shouting in loud bars, even though

I know
Something
That could
Do the
Trick