See this hollow trunk here,
It houses a parrot family now,
The elder tree let itself be pecked,
A woodpecker carved a home inside,
Then parrots came to the hollow,
It protects their children a lot,
Seldom do they thank God.

The woodpecker seeks the credit not.

Someday,
I'll be a wife.
It's hard to imagine but
the future's just right there.

I can't bring myself to think that
there would actually be a man
to put up with me
in everything I do.

One day,
we would probably be at home,
watching TV on our lazy *****,
enjoying mugs of coffee
and probably keeping watch on our child.
(I can't even imagine having a child.)
Take care of each other,
give kisses to the other,
and say our "I love you's".

It makes me think of
how precious that future
would be.

It's scary,
thinking about the future.
But thoughts like these,
well, these are the bright ones
that plaster a smile on my face.

What a beautiful case,
that is to say, my face.

like coffee
i tasted you bitter
i never once liked you
but i never did hate you

heated arguments at home
everyone's salty
i never saw why
but i did see how

all i wanted
was something sweet
i never asked for anything
but this would be something i need

all these situations
and all the places i could go for
they'd always taste different
but never have i tasted sweet

I might forget your smile & laugh
I might forget the smooth & rough
times we went through
how your anger used to brew
I might forget the roads we used
the hungover after we'd boozed
I might forget the sunrises
the million sweet surprises
I might forget your beauty
even vibrations of your *****
while you gracefully walk
even how **** you talk
I might forget your soft skin
for you ain't my next of kin
I might forget those firm *******
and the flexibility of your waist
I might forget all the jokes,
bridges and stumbling blocks
might forget the road to your place
plus the length of your dress
how annoying you were at times
and that you read not my rhymes
I might forget every little thing
including how ugly you'd sing
but there's one thing I can't regret
one thing I'll remember still
the thing I can't forget's
how you made me feel.

Fire knows no bounds
flames flicker, so flirtatious —
beauty burned away

It's honestly not that I'm unhappy

It's honestly not that you're not enough

It's honestly not that I don't have fun

However,

However,

However,

The chemicals inside my head

Well,

They long for the darkness of a casket.

So

as I battle my head

As I battle my impulses

The down time I get,

The breaks in the mental war,

Please know,

I'm tired,

So

Very

Tired,

But

never

of

*you