I wish I was an acorn, To be protected with tough exoshell.
To not care how high the world is, To not matter what heights I fell.

I wished I was an acorn, to be secluded in the ground,
Bathe in darkness, I’d be lost. Persistent sunlight; me she found.

I wished I was an acorn, young potential packed in a nut,
Consumed by mother Earth, I’d sprout life within her gut.

She is a sailor,
an aquatic beast,
a mermaid,
a siren; swimming in a sea of my tears.

Drought as the rain stops.
Drained; plug pulled on Calypso.
The dry riverbed yielding its precious stones.

Coming in waves, melting hearts along her path,
No disregard for chilled cores, none for her wrath,
Benevolent beauty, Malevolent laugh,
Fronts sweeping through, observe the aftermath,
Nonexistent guilt, none in regret,
Blazing through cities, bringing in sweat,
Bringing storms in her wake, the cold desired,
Her aurora, she burns; hotter than fire,
Submit; we do, lay low until shes’ pass,
Igniting the air, inhale not the vapors of gas,
Board up our homes, prevent her from getting in,
Inevitable demise, no use shes going to win,

I’m a flirt but I fear relationships,
Chase; however not good with that ****,

Do all that is good to make her smile,
Pursue and Pursuit; chase a million miles,

But with her in my grasp, I tremble, I’m weak,
Not smooth with words, I stutter when speak,

With her in my presence, my legs become jelly,
Sweaty palms condense; butterflied belly,

I’m Awkward, I’ll find the girl who loves that,
Poke fun of my nerves, fill emotional heart gap.