I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like
Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.
When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections
Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise
You say you’re broken I see pieces made to fit You say you don’t know I see the truth hidden in it Hidden in You
It won’t be pretty the tears the snot the mess Lifetimes
My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God
Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings
One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.
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
All of Us As Us For Us
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.
I see a bee pollinate a flower I see a girl dance to her favorite… I see two men swing and dissolve I see a wolf thin a herd I see You, being You, just to be…
I might be self-absorbed But I’m not selfish I work on Myself Because that’s the best way For Me to help Us