you is beautiful in this recording of you saying poem
don't know how to say it so i say it how i say it
do they have Christmas in the UK?
now i am just writing more as a cover up for me being scared to make a compliment
i am not a poet, I am the poem
we all come in weird shapes
last night some kid dreamt he was a spider
dressed as one and stayed like that for weeks
i have a huge poster here that keeps falling
he wants to break free
doesn't know how some people can stay in no contact
now things get personal, like a train going around in circles
there's no meaning, its just e-motions
we are all looking in the same mirror
seeing things different than they are
roses are red, violets are blue
i'm trying to write something cool about you