I'm immersed by my own flow,
set within the blond view...
Down the road lays a never
Ending chaotic destructive path...
My Pikin is light,
with curiosity...
We flirted
yesterday...
Many people see me as six feet tall.
Compared to stars I am really quite small...
Your heart; cold as ice
Your skin is hot like the sun...
Some things fly at me with a lonely force,
and I don't know how to react other than...
The pup of Peanut, Butter is her name.
I did not raise her, she loves me the same...
People have picked me up
from a dusty shelf...
I've lost myself,
within all that I found...
I've been told
My poetry doesn't make a lick of sense...
Perhaps it was
the manner in which...