You're too high strung wound like a top, but not well spun. What are you, sprung? You're too well hung to act this young. So what if she loves every song that you've sung? It's just because she's obsessed with the grooves in your tongue, now, move in the sun and taste it.
Today is beautiful and I'll be ****** if you waste it getting wasted, let's face you're too content with being complacent.
Your placement and current situation are not your destination. However, don't be anxious you know your knowledge is ancient and none of this "ain't ****". Take note of the double negative. **Anything. Is. Everything.
been a long time since i wrote a poem i guess this is my attempt at a new one.