Remembering that fateful day I wish I hadn’t run away I saw the fire in your eyes And it froze me as if a spire I thought I’d have a cooler head

If you think I’m gonna give up You don’t know shit about me I’m completely stubborn as fuck Ass ain’t got nothin’ on me

We’ve reached the acme of intimacy When I taste like you And you taste like me

Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type

Chose a path Not like the rest Takes a strength That can’t be matched But...

I stretch your being You respond with shocked intrigue Sparks dance in-between

I’m not the one That I should be I’m just the man You came to see Imperfect you

Whether you want To face it or not I’m still your dad Both of our faults I chose the you

We might be just a bit fucked up And, God, I hope that’s true ‘Cause that means life is nothing… The deepest passion’s hue

You say that you enjoy people I don’t think that is true You want to be a pure steeple And lord it over fools

My baby’s got Curly red hair Shimmering eyes Freckles to spare Likes to play games

I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze

Caught a glance Just by chance And it somehow moved me Head snapped Thunder clapped

Blue used to be my favorite color. Now I prefer (purple). (purple) is like blue, but more in… You’re my (more interesting, favor…

If I had one wish in this world It’s that you would be daddy’s gir… You’d look to me to cure the ills Or when you just might feel like t…