I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love
To tell you the truth I relish your cum It’s the best homage To a job well done
Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight
Just being yourself Is the absolute best way To show the world love
Your face Transcends Garnish
I can blend seamlessly Because I find parts of me In ev’ryone I see
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
I knew I loved you When I looked in your eyes Recollection of places Not seen in a while Bright, sunny, and free
There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter
Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.
snow rains and flushes mental cocaines
My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God
You create yourself Then see better solutions Cue evolution
Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today