Hey folks, listen to the soup I’m spilling
I’m just a random lass
But I don’t give a rat’s ***
About all this huggin and loving
You think I’m inclined to fall for grace
You think I’m gonna waste my time 
On this courtin and kissing
Cuz France held my first breathing
I’d gladly trade ‘em boyz I liked for a dime
I’m born to fight and I don’t ******* mean
Under their gorgeous minds and bodies
Like really. A Man, at his finest can beget
The swiftest soul and body- and what do you get?
A brain led by powers, hormones and pulsions
That is once in a while driven by addictions
So if this is your perfect human race
Then I think I’m in for the haze
That I see in your eyes and words
You wanna put up a fight, then bring your swords
Cause I love that one in a million
Flow of your heart, its alluvion
Your imperfection being my inspiration
You are at the core of my unreachable adoration
****, here I go again all cheesy with my bits
Guess I just need to take a couple more hits
The murkiest the beauty
The finest, for it is poetry

July 24, 2014