My dear friend,
You are a Queen
Don't ever forget that ****.
Chin up, eyes forward,
Head held high, confident.
These boys be stressin
Don't know what they lookin
For.
Don't let them ruin your starlight
Love, cause you deserve more.

You're a Queen
Full blown royal regality
That's the reality.
Your court's full of Jesters
Tryina take
While you wait
And search for your King.

You're a Queen;
Inside and out, you're beautiful,
Sweet, kind, strong, and gentle.
So you gotta beware these
Kids tryina **** up your mental.
They wear fools gold crowns
You're young so don't let
Them take you off your seat.
Save your tears for that one
Who'll know what it means
To respect, adore, and love you
In his full capicity cause he
Know's you deserve to know
You can trust him with your heart.
You're a Queen, love,
Don't let these jokers tear you apart.

I'm puttin in a request
for love without rest.
Gimme dat good ****
and I don want no mess.
I'm a ****** up individual
still dealing with the residual
affects
of living this life loveless.
Don't got no one to come
home to no to run
to no one
to hold this scarred heart,
to hold this bag of bones together
no one to blow my universe apart
and replace it with something new.
No I don't want no mess
when I'm the one that needs a new fix
I'm useless and I've yet to accept
myself for who I am.

I'm putting in a request
for you to bring some color to my life
I've been blanched for quite some time
need that passion that newness
to grow old with.
I need your timeless.
It's gonna take some time
for me to get strength
and confidence.
And I'm not long till the finish.
I know the idea of "us" can outlast
the length of time I need
and at the end of this race
I'm requesting your presence.
Can you wait for me?

My mind when I see you
In those pants and that shirt.
I want to taste every layer
Of whats hidden beneath
Those clothes that leave
My eyes with a yearn
To see more of what your body
Offers.
I want to see what you look like
Under my covers.
Want to hear the music you make when I discover
What it feels like
To be inside your wonders.

Sleep wrapped in my symphonies
And rest your head on my concerto.
Grace my sound with your fingertips
Caress the keys of my heart softly
Gently pull my strings, pianissimo,
As you discover my cadences.

Sleep wrapped in my bed sheets
And lay your head on my pillow.
Trace my soul with your fingertips
Caress my pigments, reach down deep,
Pull me in and warm me from the cold
As I delve into your ardent.

The highlights of my summers
Were the streetlights coming on
and having to come sit on
the porch or go inside while
my big brothers and sister got to run around.
getting in the big van and watching the trees, the farms,
the rivers, clouds, and the stars,
pass by as we traveled. Playing games and playing games
with my siblings till we got too tired to keep going.
Staring into the sun to see who'd blink first.
Falling asleep and waking up somewhere else.
sword fights with sticks, wrestling matches...
foot racing, bike racing, calling out eachtime
biplanes or blimps passed overhead in the blue skies.
Running in the warm rains of sudden showers,
watching lightning flicker overhead and counting the seconds
it took for the thunder to reach our ears to see just how far away the storm was.
Eating dinners that left me stuffed.
Feeding sugar to ants by pouring the disaccharide
on ant hills and watching the ants take each granule
back down into their homes.
Chasing down ladybugs and putting them on weeds
filled with aphids to watch the red beetles feed.
Capturing lightning bugs, jumping high to reach them
as before they could float out of reach.
Laying in bed in the middle of night to finish a book
so I could talk about it to my older brothers and pass it on to my younger brother.
Feeding the dogs and having to clean up after they'd made a mess.
Getting ****** at my "mean" older siblings.
Trying to talk to my crush, and showing off when
it came to playing sports.
My summer was playing football game after football game,
getting hit hard, and tackling as hard as my scrawny body could.
Sleeping on the top bunk because I loved the summer heat.
Eating popsicles  and Italian ice and sharing with the neighborhood kids cause we had more than enough.
Sneaking to the corner store to buy bubbaloos,
chips, pop, and honeybuns with saved up chump change.
Visiting cousins, and celebrating birthday after birthday.
Yea, those were the good days.
The worlds falling apart now right before our eyes
and I just remember those good golden times.
I haven't seen a monarch butterfly
in more than a few years and they used to come every summer
in the thousands.