Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you
Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.
One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.
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
I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less
Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus
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
Your face Transcends Garnish
Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Please hear your partner In all his earnest If you are willing
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God
I knew I loved you When I looked in your eyes Recollection of places Not seen in a while Bright, sunny, and free
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
snow rains and flushes mental cocaines
All of Us As Us For Us