I'm not much of a poetry person.

My best friend Adreishka Moonlight (She is a poet here) told me to try it out. Here I am, there you are reading this.... Nice how life works huh?

Why did love come my way?
Why is it hard to express?
Why did your ***** blond hair and blue eyes **** me in?
Why has your presence vacuumed me in?
Why choose me when I will hurt you?

Laying here with you,
I can't help but wonder...
What would have become of me if you hadn't picked me up off the street?
Would I have a family as good as this?
Would I be alive?
Would I be this lucky to be able to see you smile everyday?

I love you little sis.

As far as Good Contact with Cats concerned
Where Hard Fingers plate his Long-Standing Skill
To peel all Doubts; And other Picknicks burned
As for that Moment he goes for the ****
So Sixteen Wings - each plomb their Unique Draft
Shower their Graces for his Faith restore
Despite most Secrets may reduce his Tact
His Gift of a Gear's Living Edge breathes more
Thanks to you. All and still less Condition
Plunge a Goblin like me for my Wrinkles
Though try as I might to brace his Rendition
Were Molten Syrups bled for my Freckles.
I Understand. With two Posted Views contrite
The same Blue Hero admit to my Incite.

Was that the Cream which you used to Enjoy
Of Four Sticks seasoned to your Destiny?
How Thoughtful be this State of your Deploy
For Good Arm's Purpose reach your Harmony
And once the Friend - though un-known Titles be
Play this growing Suffrage on your Best Mind
For your Honour's Prevail; Which we can see
Why Un-Holy Mouths must be copped behind
Dive, Honour, Dive! That be Support un-furled
As Stock-Toned Pillars coat this selfless Plead
To misunderstand Sane Meanings up-turned
Else sate our Puddings with Un-Salted Mead.
And the Youth, inspired, still makes Amends
Such would be you which Guilded Growth depends.