Arm Me With Harmony
built upon a waiting stool
cut and caboose a muse
mark the one willing to explore
hence again so much more
pull back the covers upon my eyes
chasten inside a violent swab
to text & regret

played around to tease me
a heart so filled up with lies
brandished son of a fork to fall
no honeycomb
building blocks to one
Jupiter..lest a game of confess
will I came to play this game apart

the likeness sought after the poetic mantle
it fill like a question to be answered from within
love to caress make no mistake
take me by the hand caught up in time
all so clear that I will give me all alone
cover me beneath the leaves
such sorrowful leaves
rich from texture