and asked why
it shines on a *******
sinner like me.
So he replied,
he shines on all,
the good, the bad,
and the **** of the earth.
Also the guy that lies around
and wastes
away in an endless sea
of *****.
He says he shines on all.

Then I thought I guess his just
another hippie,
with his embrace everybody
*******.
But who am I to decide
what he should do?
Who am I?

The sun shows your
beauty.
The moon hides my
face.
Thankfully, because I
commit
unlawful acts.

I leave the church
to you.
Give me the bars,
pass me the joint.

Call me,
when your sad.
And I will
cheer you up.

It seems I’m only good
for that.
Laughs and giggles.

Well your legs are
Beautiful.
Your watch Is simple
Yet priceless.
You face,
Elegant like prince
Harry'
Wife.
You style,
Well if I had
Words for it,
I wouldn't
Be a
college student.

I'm not kidding.

I'll love to
eat you out,
Then maybe take you
Out.
But I'm broke,
So maybe we could
Eat at home
And you can tell
Me why you hate your
Husband so much.

Maybe

"I daydream
Of romance,
I daydream
Of you."

I’ve got nothing
For you.
I wish I did,
You know I don’t.

I hate love songs,
They sound like misplaced
Feelings of a young boy.
A boy who doesn’t understand
That things change
And some wounds
Can’t be healed with bandages.

So I turn of the radio
Cause I don’t want to think
About you.

My vices,
my love for all things
That treat me nicely.
Maybe it’s just for
the moment.

A cigarette will do
or some ****.
A drink to keep me
company.
A book to keep me
busy.
A Girl to look at
and adore in
all her beauty.

Now I’m thinking about
Gambling.
The thrill of not knowing
And betting everything
On a hunch.
I guess life
is a gamble.

My bad habits,
my vices,
how I love them
Even though they
**** me.

What do you do,
When you feel helpless.
Unloved and unwanted,
I don't not know
I only know how to drink.
When I'm happy or sad.
But never unwanted,
Cause I'm never sober
Enough to know
What it feels like.

I should have grabbed your
Hand.
Pulled you close to me
And lied.
Lied that I don't like blonds or
That one girl, with the blond
Hair.
How romantic right?
Me staring into your eyes and
You staring back.
But then you'll know the truth.
That I'm just a lost puppy
looking for a home,
A place to stay,
A girl to listen
And some wine to drink.

But you can't know this
And you never will.
Instead you'll know half of it,
That I do like your hair and I think
About it.
Brown with blonde stripes.
I like the way you talk,
Especially when your drunk
Without a care in the world.

****, now you'll think I'm a *****
Spilling all this **** to you.
The truth is I like you
Mostly because you truly understand sacarsim.
And I can feel the
bitterness in the undertone of your
Voice.
Maybe I'm just projecting.

It's quite peaceful
To be in nature.
It's also gets
Boring cause nothing
Happens,
sometimes you need this.
Sometimes you need
*** and soda,
With some ice and a hing
Of lime.

It's like a dance,
You know.
Life seems to move
From good to bad
From bad to good.

It's a trip

And like all trips it
Has an end.
And also a middle
And maybe this trip comes
With free drinks, drugs
And love to go around.

****