You claim that you're no poet,
That you lack the gift of words,
Yet your notes convey such meaning,
Leaving me filled with the gift of love,
So I respond forget the poetry,
Pretty phrases and simple rhymes,
Continue writing as you do,
As I will love you for the rest of time.

Illiterate alphabetical
I freaking spilled my soup?

What do you get when all my brain cells have flown ze coup?

The Lion share of burdened
Letters
Watch them while they burn the
Letters

Oscar Wilde
Oscar Childe
Oscar Mike

Let's toil
Let's rile

If everything tasted like wild berries

The flower petals in my mind
The flower petals in your hair

If everything tasted like wild berries
Like anyone ever cared

The flowers in your hair,
Oh, the flowers in your hair.