is where you found me

But when you were around me

I was a fool.

No icing please
A figment of taste
As light as day
As I bite I say,

"Lil bits o' frayed meat,
You are all the sweet I need.'

Nor she with me
But if we work together
We can both be free

Can I take you out to eat?

I hate it
The way your hair burns into my image of beauty
Like the stream of lava down the mountain
I will die and old fool before I cease

I hate it
The way you're pretty in a blur
Behind glass is no place for majesty
For my eyes only, I plee on mine knees

I hate it
I shouldn't but I do
I say that I hate it
Because I don't want to love you

Pick and weave the baskets we heave
Bare as trees when summer leaves
Passing out in dark matter means
Bitter sweet patter in my slum

Please