I’ve taught myself,
My eyes see each line.
Every intertwining part,
And how I wish they wouldn’t.
Definition in absolutes,
Best seen in piceous,
On a backdrop of gray.
When I look too far,
Spherical shapes calm me,
Hanging, swaying with ease.
Moments when I wish,
I approved of curves.
Yet, if I allowed,
You would insist.
I wish you could watch and feel
The contentment, which surrounds
My every breath, listen for the sound
Yeah, it’s like that, Baby
Eyes fluttering, then casted down
And it’ll bring’em to their knees
I feel you leaving
Bags are packed
Tickets purchased
Quietly
I know myself
She isn’t worth your time
Forget her rhymes
Forget her name
Forget the urges
Search your purpose
Enjoy the ride
Let yourself go
You make me sick
But that you already know
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 